… and he laid there, as quiet as a mouse still clutching the note as if it was the most important piece of paper a pencil had ever touched.
Earlier, he looked through book after book, he emptied two different shelves, but nothing could quite quench his thirst for poetry as the note that was slid under his door a few minutes prior. He tore through his favorites, cover after cover… title after title… Pete the Cat after Pete the Cat. The right text just wasn’t there.
Like JK Rowling with Harry Potter, or the Wyld Stallyns with the song that saved eternity, some people just have the gift. Tonight, after locking his brother out of his room, Oliver learned Jax is up there with the greatest authors of all time.
The note was slipped under his door in haste in hopes that it would convince Oliver to open up. But that note, three simple words turned into more than the planned imperative sentence. It became a treasure.
As Oliver drifted off into a deep sleep he still clutches the note. Three words that his brother wrote him,,, three words that he will treasure forever…
“LET ME IN!”