IT came in the night, inside a small cardboard box with a smile on the side, otherwise unmarked, no return address, no delivery address either for that matter. Yet IT managed to be delivered, although no one saw or heard the delivery van, on the front porch steps. Curious, she brought the box inside her upper east-side apartment and set it on the tall glass breakfast nook table. Fetching a cup of tea, she sat on the tall black-leather stool and admired the box, wondering what could be inside. She liked the anticipation more than the actual event and relished in the potential, delaying opening the box by busying herself with her regular yogurt and yoga routine, all the while finding excuses to return to the table and the small tennis ball sized box.