Darlene Dollie Daxen sat squirming on the step asphyxiated on the window. She banged her legs together as she waited for the UPS man to drop off her gift. Aunt Allison promised her that the full antique dollhouse would arrive promptly before her birthday. Darlene had been waiting for this delivery all week, but she had an inkling that today was the day the package would arrive. Surely it would because her birthday was tomorrow, if not the box must have been intercepted in some fantastical way. She entertained herself while waiting by imagining the swashbuckling pirate that could have intercepted the package, or the boy in the depths of the Himalayas that could have received it by mistake.
The noise of wheels rolling jerked her out of her trance,
The noise of wheels rolling jerked her out of her trance,