Another box from Amazon Prime

When there are no Amazon delivery boxes lining the floors and after the recyclables are thrown out, my living room is perfect.  The positive space offsets the negative space and the negative space defines the positive space. Nothing is extraneous and everything feels balanced. This is my definition of feng shui.

I love to sit on my couch and let my mind wander. I have put so much of my soul into this space. It is quirky and peaceful;  happy and serene.

The door bell rings.  I open my front door to find yet one more box from Amazon prime that the mailman has left on my deck.  I cannot remember what I have purchased.  So many boxes come that I cannot believe that Amazon is losing money.  I think that should offer me stock instead of rewards points.

My husband may have an overactive bladder but I seem to be suffering from an overactive mind.  My thoughts flit from present to past and they ramble around trying to make sense of my being. 

I lug the box inside.  It is unusually big and I cannot fathom what I ordered.  It can’t be books.  It can’t be pajamas.  It can’t be my mascara which I ordered as a subscription, which means a new mascara will automatically be shipped to me every three months so I don’t have to think about when to replace it.  This is a brilliant idea as far as I am concerned.  So what on earth can be in this box?