The next day I overslept somewhat according to plan. Yesterday’s shift lasted ten hours. It must have been because I´d gotten lost a few times, and had spent so many hours introducing myself. This morning I walked to the flag in my pyjamas -no mail. I felt dumb for expecting to be lucky twice in a row, and went home to put on the vibrant red wetsuit.
I swam around until I noticed something red. I dove down and pulled the bag out of the vortex. I had been informed the last bit of the post stream often caught the mail, letting it spin around in an unexplainable blockage.
