eager... excited... bundling up inside me.. for a small token from a very special person to come through that stretched box in the door to be ripped open.
1 day... 2 days... 3 and 4... where has my butterflies gone, my tummy empty of excitement which fuels.
finally, metal clanks; SNAP and paper wades down the red oak door to the ignorantly tranquil floor. and as it flutters down, it resembles the last fleeting heartbeats of an old women who I once called grandma.