Dear Lonely Forest-

What do you mean? No, really, what do you mean? I keep visiting you and you always leave me feeling cold and empty. Don't you know that not being able to find Dave as I wander aimlessly through your trees is torture? I hate the feeling that he is just beyond my reach and that he keeps turning behind a tree or down the path just before I can catch sight of him. Dave is my safety, my comfort, my happiness and you always hide him and I don't like it.

And why are you always snowy? It doesn't snow that much here and so if I were lost in a forest here, it would likely be rainy and not snowy. This is what I tell myself when I wake up, freaking out, having trouble breathing. I remind myself that I live in Washington and that you, Lonely Forest, are probably not real. Also, your trees are really bare and sad and the trees here are mostly coniferous and are rarely bare. So take that, Forest, you are fake, I don't know why I let you get to me.

I have a feeling that during deployment, you are going to torment me with your snow and your cold and your feeling of helplessness. I am not looking forward to it. I am hoping that one night while you are torturing me I will suddenly remember that Dave is asleep next to me and give my dream self the brilliant idea to light a match and burn you down.

No one likes you, Lonely Forest. Leave me alone.

Sincerely,
Molly