Happily Ever After
The doorbell woke her up with a loud, Bzzzzz. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, then got out of bed.
“Who the hell is at my door at this hour,” she mumbled to herself as she stumbled to the door in the dark. With a half-crazed expression, she threw the door open, prepared to curse someone out, but no one was to be found in the hallway outside of her apartment. Her eye started twitching, and she took a moment to slowly inhale and exhale. When she had calmed down, she sighed and opened her eyes to a box at her feet. It was a large package wrapped in brown paper with a twine string holding it all together. There were no markings on it; hence, she was immediately suspicious of it. Ever since she was a kid, she heard stories of instances like this, where a strange package appears out of the blue and it turned out to be a bomb. Well, if I am gonna die, I at least want to see the bomb, she thought. Slowly, she crouched down and gently lifted the box to her ear. She did not hear any ticking, and the box was considerably lighter than what she imagined a bomb to be. She then held it out a little and gave it a shake… Nothing.
