Prometheus-ZERO

She stared down at the old, crumpled envelope and wondered briefly where it came from.  Hardly anyone wrote letters anymore; in fact, the last hand-written letter she received was well over five years ago.  She had no clue where the envelope came from or who it belonged to.    Picking up the yellowed envelope, she moved to sit on her neatly made bed and smoothed the envelope as best she could.  Looking for a name, she finally decided to open it and found an old college ruled paper folded hastily inside.  She took it out of the envelope and did her best to flatten out the wrinkled paper, only to discover that several other papers rested insi