wonderwallt89 (wonderwallt89) wrote in chadamlives,
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Part 6 (already)

Part 6

I didn't open the box right away. It did such a great job of peaking my curiosity and simultaneously triggering my paranoia that I really didn't know how to react to it. I looked in the thesaurus, and I found over a thousand words to describe its exterior, but the word that keeps going through my head is "alert". It's not the most descriptive word, but it's the most accurate. Though it was a joke when I first thought it as I picked up the box from my doormat, the box "smiling" at me didn't seem impossible anymore. As I subtly pivoted my neck back and forth, sweeping its cardboard surface with my eyes, I could swear to you that the imperceptible fibers making up the paperboard were FOLLOWING my eyes, moving along the surface as if to make sure I wasn't sneaking up on it. And the surface seemed to change periodically. Once again, I wrote this off as my over-imaginative brain arguing with my ridiculous lack of sleep and resulting in my eyes seeing dreams that my mind had vandalized the real world with. Insomnia is a weird thing, and staring at something with such intensity when you haven't slept in 5 days turns your eyelids into TV remotes, and every time you blink, a different channel appears on what you're staring at. The cardboard turned to water, then to a galaxy, then to a Bob Ross painting, complete with a burnt umber barn and a field of "happy little bushes". Staring at the box made me smile, and aside from catching "American Movie" on cable a few times, I can't remember the last time I genuinely smiled. Time passed, I continued to stare, mesmerized, and surprisingly, I was never really curious about what was IN the box. At least not yet. My imagination ran wild as I stared at the corrugated imaginary tv screen, but in mid blink, I jerked out of my trance as there was a loud slam against the sole window in my apartment…
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