Birthday Delivery
I was sitting on the plush chair by the window with a cup of coffee and my phone in my hand, chatting with my friend Ashley on messenger, when the doorbell rang. I looked up at the clock. It was 9 AM, early for the mail, but still within the realm of possibility, considering sporadic delivery times in Colorado. I glanced out the window and saw the familiar black of an Amazon delivery van driving away down the street. I sat my coffee cup down and made my way to the front door, careful not to trip on the boxes piled up next to the door. The sun streamed in through the open curtains, illuminating the living room and warming my skin. I picked up the package, glancing at the label to confirm that it …