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