BACK FROM THE FUTURE ... WHAT'S IN YOUR MAIL TODAY? ...

Happy Friday all,

AND WELCOME BACK TO THE FUTURE ...

This fun blog hop is hosted by my pal Nicki Elson, M. Pax, and Suze.

You're up before dawn on a Saturday when the doorbell rings. You haven't brewed your coffee so you wonder if you imagined the sound. Plonking the half-filled carafe in the sink, you go to the front door and cautiously swing it open. No one there. As you cast your eyes to the ground, you see a parcel addressed to you ... from you.

You scoop it up and haul it inside, sensing something legitimate despite the extreme oddness of the situation. Carefully, you pry it open. Inside is a shoebox -- sent from ten years in the future -- and it's filled with items you have sent yourself.

What's in it? 

As I tear into this mysterious box with trembling hands, an array of thoughts flash through my mind. What on earth would I send myself from the future?

Dizzy from the anticipation, an aromatic blend of coffee and chocolate swirls through my sinuses. "Yes!" A pound of my favorite blend of Colombian coffee and another pound of Belgian chocolate from a company I had never heard of before. I "High five" the air and pop a piece into my mouth. It starts out silky on my tongue. Not sweet, but oh so creamy. It lasts for a few minutes. Yes, it surprises me too. A euphoric feeling comes over me; a contentment of such magnitude, my feet nearly lift off the floor. "Wow. What a high." 

Once my head clears, the thought of thousands of calories races through it. Oh well, what's done is done. For the first time I see a sapphire blue envelope, with my futuristic cursor script em-blazed in silver. Open after you view all contents.  My curiosity nags at me, but I do as my future self asks. 

Filtering through the next layer, a roll of denim is squeezed against the edge. The softness is like rabbit fur. I pull it out, and it's a pair of jeans. Hmmmm. I wonder what size they are? They look like my current size. "Yes! Still fit after ten years." So, I can still each chocolate and not have to worry. Funny how obsessed we are about certain things. 

The final object lays flat, covering most of the bottom of the box. It's a book. I gently lift it out. My name jumps out at me in vibrant white letters on a sky blue background. A grin etches into my face. I'm finally published. This time I refrain knuckle bumping the air. A memoir ... me? AND a New York Times best seller? Why would anyone want to read about my life?

I remember the note, put the book down, and pick up the envelope. My eyes scan each line .... "Holy SH-- ... I created this chocolate. But ...." I drop the letter and grab another piece. "Yes!" I knuckle bump the air. "No calories. THE FUTURE is AWESOME!

How about you? What would be in YOUR box? Let me know....

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE and thanks for dropping by.