He already felt it. He didn't want it to be true, but it still excited him. He couldn't focus on his work. He couldn't focus because he felt it was true.

After the mysterious lady left he had tried buckling down on his laptop and get back to answering emails and drinking

coffee

. The coffee was gone, but no 

email

was answered. His eyes kept glazing over to the 

key

on the coffee table.

He suddenly looked behind him, as though someone were watching him. But there was nobody. But before he could turn back to his laptop his eyes caught the sliced open package, the styrofoam peanuts spread out like flowers laid in front of a bed. The split open package now reminded him of a ruffled bed, after two lovers had left it behind.

He tried one more time to answer the email that was pulled up on his screen. But there was no use. All he could think about was going to the 

post office

. With that key.