Richard Pasquali

Notes to Henry

Henry stirred in his bed sheets, wallowing in a warm comfort. His eyes slowly gazed across the room, until they eventually fell upon his nightstand. A sticky note was placed on the shaft of a lamp, and a light, gentle scrawling told him to head into the bathroom. Henry scoffed and grinned at the note before turning his attention to the window. It looked like a beautiful day in the middle of the fall. Orange, red, and yellow trees gently swayed, and the water down by the lake glistened with the rising sun. The whole scene looked even more picturesque due to his failing vision, giving everything an oily and blended appearance. Henry immediately thought about how he often went down to that lake to go swimming or skip rocks with his old high school friends.