Gemotions

The cardboard box sat on the welcome mat, a mocking beacon of someone else's life. He kicked at it, the toe of his slipper making a dull thud. Honestly, how many times? He’d only been in the apartment for three months, and already this had become a weekly ordeal.

He snatched the package, the brown paper feeling flimsy in his grip. The address was clear, bold print, and as expected, the name wasn't his. He muttered under his breath, picturing the previous tenant, a person he'd never met but now thoroughly resented.

He dragged the box inside, slamming the door behind him. He needed his coffee, now.