a special delivery

My buzzer rings. It's 9:30pm. I am already in bed heavily into Line of Duty on Amazon Prime.

I know it's the doorman. Probably to tell me that I have a package. No rush. I'll get it in the morning.

This morning, on my way out, the doorman reminds me of my delivery. "I'll get it when I come back," I tell him.

I return and take the small bag filled with tissue paper up to my apartment. It's a purchase from SkinStore, I'm pretty sure. Lipstick I think.

Sometimes I don't open a package for a few days. 

But today I'm curious. It looks like it was dropped off, more than mailed.

I remove the tissue paper. 

Yellow roses. Are these even real I wonder. 

I smell them. They are.

Who would send me flowers?

No birthday.

No holiday.

No reason.

I open the card, and trite as it sounds, my heart fills with unexpected joy.

Flowers from my son for a belated Mother's Day.