“Deliverance” is contributed by Ann.
It is so, so dark in this box. Stuffed in a plastic shell, suffocated by pockets of air, so that I do not suffer the jolts of conveyor belts or the rough gloves of careless people.
One day, one day, it will be my turn. When my box will be opened. Your little hands will tear apart the plastics that trap me in place.
I will make you smile. You will toss me skyward. I will shatter the light. I will hear your laughter of delight. I will find my deliverance. If only I am purchased before my expiry date.