Peach curiousity

I wasn't particularly a curious man, but the light orange envelope defiantly looking back at me, while I stared at it confused, had me wanting to rip open the envelope and see what its contents held. It was taunting me with its soft and peachy scent. Who even sprays perfume on a letter? At least that's what I think it is: perfume. It smells nice, like freshly peeled peaches left on the counter waiting to be boiled in sugar and turned into marmalade. GOD! this awful letter. I tossed the letter back on the bedside table. Squinting more to see if that would make me get a peek of its orange sniff… sniff content. sigh

It's almost Monday; just 15 more hours to go, and I can be rid of this orange devil. My found my arm reaching for the letter again. It didn't have an address on it, something I found so bizarre. A well put together letter like that should have at least the receivers address. I found it on Friday morning together with the rest of my mail. It stood out because of its colour and the scent of peaches that enveloped the rest of the envelopes. The first thing that came to my mind was, maybe… I had a secret admire. 

HAHAHA haa. 

It was ridiculous and surprising. I had never received an envelope that wasn't bill-related, let alone a love confession. To confirm where the smell was coming from, I picked each letter separately sniffing them one by one and placing them on the counter. I was so engrossed in smelling each one individually that by the time I was done, my morning coffee had lost its warmth. But at least, I figured out where the smell of peaches was coming from. I should have just sniffed the orange envelope first; that would have saved me time and the trouble of having rubbed papers under my nose. Now the smell was so strong that it felt like I was sitting in a peach orchard.

After examining the paper closely, I couldn't find anything that could be recognized as the address, even the small "open me" written in cursive at the place of the stamps couldn't be mistaken as an address. At least, I don't think their is any street in this town called open me. Who is this for? I wondered. I didn't have a girlfriend or sisters so who would send me such a letter. It has to have been made by a woman, so this must be, a mistake, meant for someone else. Still, it didn’t make sense for it to be part of my mail and why would I receive a letter with no address? How did the mail man know the letter needed to be here? Was it meant for me? I had to ask him. It has to be! But, if I open it and it isn't meant for me, then whoever it is meant for will have their envelope open when it's returned. I just can't believe that it's for me!! a scented letter from a woman for me. I wished! Just imagining that makes my eyes close, the corner of my lips lifting up together with my cheeks...sigh. That’s what I get for staying single for 5 years, now I am fantasizing about receiving a letter from a woman. 

 Sniff sniff

 sigh …peaches 

God... I feel so silly laying in the bed while look up at the envelope above, raised up in-front of my face. Why does it have to be delivered on a Friday? Why not Thursday? I could have asked the mail dude on Friday, if this was mine or not. Then if it's not mine, he would take it and return it to the owner, and if it's mine I coul.... 

God! I wished it was mine. It has to be why else is it here. Let it be mine! I should spend less time in the library and at work. I should spend more time socialising meeting people then, maybe I would have such an interesting love life getting secret  sniff sniff ... Ah letters. 

I need to stop doing this. I caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror across the room. AH! haha a grown man laying on his back in his pajamas on the bed sniffing a piece of paper with a stupid grin on his face. That's not weird at all. This is ridiculous. I am better than this. I won't obsess over a stupid paper even if it keeps filling the room up with its soft peachy sniff aroma. How did she make it smell…? is it a woman..... This better not be some prank by Larry or his head will become part of the sofa the next time I see him.  I should message him , but is he even smart enough to make scented paper? Haha, probably not. Do they sell this at the at the store? 

sigh

Let me just go to bed, and hand it over tomorrow. I am not a weirdo who opens people’s letters. You hear that brain behave! You are not a weirdo, Adrian, who opens other opens letters. You won’t open this letter.

I won’t open this letter. 

Just think! The letter is in your house. If it wasn’t yours, it wouldn’t be here, so open it! Even if it’s not yours everyone would understand that it’s a honest mistake. It did come to your house after all. Just open it! open it! it won’t hurt to see what’s inside. Open It.OPEN it. Open IT. OPEN IT. Just a peeek…one tiny peek won’t hurt anyone. 

Ah , nonsense, I am better than this. But am I? It’s not like I am doing something criminal, or morally wrong. It’s an honest mistake if I open this and see what’s inside, haha haha! YES.

CRA... CRAC....CRACKLE! Haha finally. Now let’s pull it out sloowly… gently.

It’s coming out…whoosh.

Yes…yes. 

The envelope is soft orange, and the paper folded in two inside is a baige colour. sniff… sniff

The smell is even more strong now. Peeek ....I had no idea why I was peeking out of one eye at the paper as my hands slowly worked to unfolded the contents to me. 

"30 September .."

WHAT!... Hahahaha

"...You are officially invited to Peter’s BROS ONLY weekend bash at Mama Jodie’s 

wink wink, muah smack xxx.

P.S Mika made the envelope!"

That IDIOT!