Sharpish bobby pins
I was woken this morning by a knocking at my door. At first I thought it was someone knocking on a door in my dream, so I answered my door in the dream. No one was there. Then it hit me “Your dreaming, wake the hell up”.
I get up, trying not to smack my knee into my bed post because I can’t see anything through my blurry, sleepy eyes. Open the door and some boxes are shoved into my arms. “Package for you” said my brother, although it sounds more like “Markage por boo” due to my brain still being half asleep.
I sat down on my bed and tried to rip open the first Amazon package, they really should have some sort of instrument to help you here. Like a complimentary tape ripper thing. Excitement alone doesn’t help. I found a sharpish bobby pin (Don’t fuck with me, I have sharpish bobby pins lying around) and tore the tape on the package. It’s a book, Diary: A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk. Thank you, Chris S. I read a page or two and forget about the other package for a minute or two.
The second package is easier, it has a ‘tear here’ part to it. I knew those people at Amazon were thinking of the half asleep package openers when they made this box. It’s another book, Angelina Jolie’s Journals by Angelina Jolie. Fantastic, I really wanted this book. Thank you, Robert S.
Harry walks in, he has that ‘I’m not well’ stare is his eyes. Yes, even though he’s my brother’s dog I know all his stares. From ‘I’m hungry’ to ‘I have fleas’ and even ‘There a storm coming, please let me in for I am scared’. I get up, sigh, give him a cuddle and start singing some Hunna’s and he perks up, then he lays down abruptly on one of the Amazon boxes.