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Dear Mr. Klein,
Hi.
I thought I should write before it slips my mind.
Do you know they buried you yesterday?
I was there. Your body was stiff and cold. They dressed you in a suit, but I know—there’s a gaping hole under it, right where your heart should be.
It came as such a surprise, your death.
I had been wondering why you didn’t come by last Sunday like you usually do, when Melissa came to tell me the news.
I have to say, it was quite a shock.
You had been so full of life the last time I saw you.
It’s strange, though.
Even after seeing your body—cold and lifeless—and attending your funeral…
I can’t help but think—
Mr. Klein, you’re not dead.
I know it sounds crazy. The dead can’t come back to life.
But as they lowered your coffin, I found myself thinking—
Ah, you’ll wake up soon enough.
Then it will be as it has always been.
You three Moretti siblings against the world.
It pains me to see Melissa and Benson in mourning clothes.
Once you return, I’ll get to see them smile again.
So enjoy your sleep, Mr. Klein.
And wake up soon.
We’ll be here,
waiting.
Regards,
Your neighbor