An Unexpected Visit

This was an unexpected visit that I had forgotten about but pleasant all the same.

It was one of those cold, dreary days where all I wanted was to stay wrapped up in a blanket and soak in the warmth from the heater. I had a book in my hands that I was eager to finish, but the peace didn’t last long. The doorbell rang.

I secretly hoped whoever it was would just leave, but they kept ringing.

Ugh. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a fake smile, and opened the door.

Standing there was Clark, my quirky neighbor. He was holding my mail. Apparently, the mailman had dropped it off at his house by mistake. Clark was nice enough to bring it over.

But, Clark was always a little… odd. Just the other night, I could’ve sworn I saw him flying off into the sky. But then again, I had a few drinks that night, so maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.

Today, though, in the freezing cold, Clark didn’t even seem fazed. He looked completely normal in a sleeveless vest—like a guy in a sweater was no big deal!

I took the mail from him, mumbled a thanks, and shut the door as quickly as I could, eager to get back to my cozy spot.

I had been waiting for my new mouse for days, and now that I had my package, I couldn’t wait to open it. But when I ripped the box open, I didn’t find the tech gear I expected. Instead, there was a jar of cookies and a note that read: “Enjoy these wonderful cookies. They will be your last.”

I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Was this a joke? Was someone threatening me?

My first instinct was to call the police, but I hesitated. Maybe it was a mix-up. I decided not to panic just yet.

Still, there was no way I was eating those cookies. Who knew what kind of prank this could be? I pushed the jar aside and went back to my book.

Just then, I ended up falling asleep, probably because of the silence and warmth…..for about three hours.

The next thing I knew, the doorbell rang again.

At first, I thought it was Clark again, or maybe the mailman bringing the missing mouse. But when I opened the door, it wasn’t either of them. It was my sister, standing there with a big smile.

“Surprise!” she said.

I was caught completely off guard.

She had just flown back from the U.S. and was moving in with me from that day on. I had completely forgotten she was coming!

And the cookies? Well, she had sent them as a little welcome gift, making it clear in the note that it would be the last one she’d send.

I couldn’t help but laugh in relief.

Thank goodness I hadn’t called the cops.

Moral of the story: Don’t jump to conclusions. Sometimes, things aren’t what they seem.

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