That Special Package

It´s a Tuesday morning, I woke up early and as usual, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I am sitting there in my kitchen counter waiting patiently for the mail guy to pass by. I went out to the front porch, sat there on my bench, and I´m still waiting for it to finally arrive. As I´m sitting here I can image myself with my new package. I´ve been wanting one for a couple years now, and it wasn´t until last month when my husband told me I could get one. I have been so excited I haven´t been sleeping well lately, just wondering how it will be. Two hours have passed now, so I decided to make breakfast. My husband is waking up soon, and if he sees me this obsessive he will make me return it. Waiting for this thing to arrive, has change my mood lately, I´ve actually been happier. I went to my kitchen and decided to prepare some homemade pancakes, as I was stirring the flour I noticed a strange man passing by my front lawn. He was carrying something, I didn´t had my glasses on so I couldn´t see that well. Is this it? I wondered to myself. Has my package just arrived? My whole life I´ve been a typical housewife, doing the typical chores, my husband and I had waited to have kids for a long time now. So, a companion would be a great thing for me. I sure can imagine having someone that I can take care of, to just sit there and wait for my husband to come back from work each evening. I been lonely lately, that is probably why my husband let me do this. My husband came down, he ate the pancakes I have prepared and went to work. I stood the whole day on the front porch waiting for the mail guy to come around. Somehow, he never did. My husband was coming on home soon. So, I began to prepare dinner. In the mean while I just kept asking to myself when it was going to be that day. We had dinner, but the whole time I kept pretending I was interested in his business talk, but for me the only thing that was on my mind, was that package. As I was getting ready to sleep, I just secretly said to myself, maybe tomorrow is going to be that day.

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