Day 3 sample-The Thing in the Box

Theme: Thing in a Box

There is a box awaiting you on your birthday. Wrapped beautifully with a large bow on top, the box measures roughly two feet per side. The box has been sitting in the middle of the living room for a week or so and it is driving you crazy! You've picked it up and shook it. It isn't overly heavy and no sounds come forth when shaken. A note attached says : Do not open until your birthday! No peeking! It is something you want but wouldn't ask for.
You get to open the box today. What is inside?


Be creative! No cars or car keys, no engagement rings.
Words to use: oblivious, specter, bow, tear, forever, thing. BE SURE THESE WORDS ARE GREEN!
Words NOT to use: gift, present, wait, time
At least 28 lines.

The Thing in the Box


He grins at me, knowing he is driving me crazy.
That 'thing in the box' sits on the living room floor
mocking me, watching me. The swirls
on the wrapping paper; like eyes following me.
The pretty bow fell victim to the dog: her new favored toy--
thus no matter the room I am in, the specter of 'the thing'
follows me, as does the dog.

Early, with coffee and the dog on the couch
I rip the paper off, open the box and grin.
There's another box within--
solidly duct taped.
Bow and pooch follow me to the kitchen and back.
I slice through a roll's worth of tape to get to the 'thing'
Excited, I open the flap to find...
another box, of course. Hubby joins me, grinning,
as the dog wrestles to the death with a ball of sticky tape.

Knotted in his 'favorite hunting rope,' (A note: you must untie me!)
leads to twenty minutes of undoing and untangling, a broken nail
and a few choice words. "It'll be worth it," say he with evil smile.
With all seriousness, I loosely coil the rope and consider his neck.
Another box. Styrofoam peanuts fly as I dig through to small flat box
wrapped in gold foil paper with cloth ribbon. I tear it to shreds.

Eyes widen, fill with tears.
"Where did? ... How did you? Oh my goodness!"
Wrapped in layers of golden tissue paper--
a first edition copy of "The Neverending Story."
The one with red and green type.
The one with the auryn.
The one I've wanted
forever.

A note inside.
May your ideas be never ending,
may the well of your ideas never run dry.

The living room looks like Christmas morning mayhem.
The dog has cheerfully shredded the wrapping papers,
won the duct tape war
and spread peanuts three rooms away.
I am oblivious.
I am not here.
I am in Fantasia.