A Bright Note on a Sick Day

The buzzer rang twice and here was UPS with my package, my shoes, my anticipated shoes ordered a month ago online and backordered, it turned out, when they didn't arrive after a week. I opted to wait for the shoes. Yesterday Shoedini placed a shipping notification in my inbox, and today, the Great Man in Brown arrived, parcel under his arm.

I pulled my treasure inside, half-afraid to open the box, lest some monster lurked inside. But open it I did, more eager for the month's anticipation. I sliced the tape with an Exacto, extracted the neat shoebox from the shipping box. It smelled good already. Inside were a few advertising cards from the company, and two drawstring bags imprinted with the company logo. I opened one, untying the green knot and sliding the sack's mouth apart, and out came a perfect shoe, shiny and black and just beautiful. (And I'm not even a "shoe person".) I pulled out the contraptions holding its shape and slipped it on: a perfect fit! Now I'm wearing only the right shoe while excitedly typing about it. Maybe I should add the left shoe.