Manilla Envelope

My Ticket To Another World

I’m writing this late Friday afternoon which guarantees nobody will read it so I’ll tell you a secret.

When a manilla envelope with my name scrawled on it in handwriting I don’t recognize appears in an upstairs room, I think:

Maybe it has the silver ticket to the secret world going on behind every corner. The ghosts I hear while peering into the dark when I tell myself it’s the house settling but my heart won’t listen. The lurker that fades into a shadow no matter how quietly I creep upon it. The world of closets and under-the-beds and full moons and strange weather patterns and knowing cats and talking dogs and unnatural speed or strength or visions or legacy. Where some creatures live forever and others disappear the instant after the prophecy is given. I promise the unexpected touch by the bed is only my cat and the scratching at the window is merely branches from a tree that must be close enough with all the unpredicted wind, but finally, my red pill. The world unfolded.

Manilla Envelope
My portal? My ticket? My proof?

But my manilla envelope is empty. I can’t decide if already took the pill or if I need to be taking pills on a more regular basis.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents an 2 elementary age children, 4 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

21 thoughts on “My Ticket To Another World

  1. Adrienne stole my comment…but it doesn’t matter. My comments have been going to spam on everyone’s sites this week so I have just been reading and leaving no evidence of reading…let’s see if this comment gets swept to wherever the red pill is.
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  2. Of course people read Friday nights!because some people live with their parents right now and have husbands who fall asleep too early and drank too much caffeine.

    I hope I get strange manilla envelopes in my new house. And now I want to write a short story about them.
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    1. You should write a short story! Being such a book nerd, it was almost embarrassing how much I felt like I was about to enter a novel (or movie).

      Moving sucks but weird manilla envelopes and loving your house helps. Good luck!

  3. I would have been super freaked out. For about a week (unfortunately, the week I had a final paper due in grad school!) I was completely convinced that there was someone living in our attic. (It turned out to be animals. Which is “someone” but my friends still thought I was crazy because I had started calling it “the woman in the attic”.)

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