It was the mid-afternoon and it didn’t look like anything was going to change. Several hours from now I’d probably still find myself here: hugging my legs and staring blankly into space with all the lights turned off.


    “Tap-tap,” a polite knocking came from the door.


    I looked up. Staring at the door with a trace of fear lingering in the air around me, I felt the stiffness in my body, a side effect of staying in the same position for too long.


    I didn''t want to open the door, but I knew there was no getting around it.


    Creak.


    I opened the locked door and saw a deliveryman looking for something in his sidecar. He must have heard the sound of the door opening, because he said, very politely and without raising his head, “Excuse me; please wait a minute.”


    I nodded slightly and leaned against the door frame. I did not urge him; I even hoped he’d take his time.


    However, the deliveryman quickly raised his head and joked with me, “Here it is! Hey man, I gotta say, your decadent lifestyle is getting worse.” He said taking a look at my appearance and surroundings.


    The deliveryman''s words were said with a tone that expressed familiarity. Anyone who delivered a letter every three days would become familiar with the recipient, even if it was just a one sided relationship.


    I didn''t want to get to know him, and always dreaded seeing him.


    The deliveryman handed me a white envelope and said with smile, “If you wouldn’t mind signing right here?This is your pen pal, right? A letter every three days - very punctual! Having a pen pal is really rare in this day and age.”


    I ignored him, taking the white envelope and gazing at it. I then retreated back into the room, closed the door, and locked it.


    “Well then, I’ll just sign this for you,” the deliveryman said with a loud voice from outside. He left immediately afterwards.