Sat in the centre of the room, a box sits still, poorly wrapped but still strange. You slowly walk closer, staring at it with hypnotic curiosity. Sat atop the box is a neatly folded piece of card, with, what appears to be, a drawing of a tiered cake. You carefully open the card, reading what is written neatly on the interior.
"Happy Birthday, Archy!
I hope my gift will be enough for someone who deserves much more! Have a splendid day."
Gently placing the read card to the side, you kneel to unwrap the poorly tapped wrapping paper. After wrestling with sticky tape, an excessive amount of glue, and stray sequins, you finally unfold the flaps of the once colourful cardboard box, resting your gaze on a gift within———
YOU ARE READING
Do Not Read
LosoweThis is a Present for a friend of mine. It would be appreciated if it was not read by people who are not the user this is dedicated to.