Dressing after my shower, I use the towel and gently dry my hair. Running the brush through the not, before gently drying it one more time with the towel, hanging it in its place. The hot steam seeped out of the bathroom as I opened the door slowly. Walking out slowly, the tile was cold on my bare feet, but what caught my attention was a package wrapped shut with a beautiful black bow. Looking around, no one was there. Walking forward, I saw another note. The outside had my name written in old-style cursive. Big arches, and looping elegantly. Picking it up, I unfolded it, revealing the message.
This is the only thing I can find for you, for now.
Enjoy. J.
Setting it beside the box, I looked down on the made bed. The box sat elegantly, it was all matte black, like a dark gloomy night. G
