Delivery

He stood looking at his hope in puzzlement. It didn't have the correct dimensions to wrap in a cardboard box, it couldn't be wrapped in gift wrapper because of the edges and it was to too big for a plastic bag.

He went through the house to search for a suitable conduit.

His search led him to the attic, where he found a trunk of expired dreams, he felt nostalgic and went through some of them.

He pondered with a smile at his naive dream of recognition, it used to be so bright and big, it sat now all dusty and shriveled, he polished it a little it then put it down again.

He picked next his dream of fortune, the thing was dead, it was oozing all over the place.

He grabbed a dropped page from his childhood memories to grab the thing without totally soiling his hands and he threw it out of the window to his garbage yard.

He noticed a flattened dream at the bottom of the trunk, it was his dream of happiness.

He pulled it out and tried to fill it with air, he blew into it repeatedly to no avail. he almost threw it away when he noticed that it was clinging to his arm, taking on its contours.

He grabbed it and ran to the living room where he left his hope to gather dust.

he wrapped his dream of happiness and it fit perfectly.

He stood admiring his handy work for a moment, then he grabbed the hope wrapped in the dream of happiness and left the apartment.

he reached the post office and sent it via land mail to a charity organization he watched advertising of on his mail junk box, they said they needed your discarded hopes for poor billionaires without any.

He felt good about himself and his charitable spirit.

Hopeless he felt light and went home with no worries.