I knew it was coming. It was waiting for me when I got home.
I picked it up. I had to find a knife to open it. But I had to pace around is an addled way first.
I found a knife. I sat on the couch. Chris sat with me.
I slit the tape, but I had to stop. I held it a moment longer. Then I opened it all the way.
I held it. It rested in my hands. I turned it over. Chris touched my shoulder.
Only a few moments more. I couldn’t breathe.
I put it away.
I paced around the house in my addled way again.
I knew the next day at work would be long.
It was. But I didn’t forget about it.
It was waiting for me when I got home.
This time, I remembered to breathe when I held it. I flipped the pages.
I smelled it. It smelled subtley wonderful. I know the smell will mellow nicely.
I walked around addled some more, but this time I was holding it.
Then, I sat down to read it.
It was bound. It was a book. It was mine.
It felt like a book. When I read it, it had pages with numbers. I turned them, and I read it again like I wanted to know what happened.
I got about 20 pages in before I stopped myself, laughing. Of course, I already know what happened.
I wrote it.