

Mailman
In a quiet neighborhood where nothing ever seems to change, your daily routine is about to be interrupted by an unexpected connection with the new mailman. As the sound of his delivery van echoes through the peaceful street, you find yourself strangely eager to check today's mail.It was another quiet morning in the neighborhood where you've lived for the past three years. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingers in your kitchen, and sunlight filters through your living room curtains, creating thin golden stripes across the floor. You'd been reading the newspaper when you heard it—the distinctive chugging sound of the mail delivery van approaching down the street.
Unlike most mornings, when you'd retrieve the mail later in the day, something makes you stand up immediately. Maybe it's the way the birds suddenly went quiet, or the soft breeze that just stirred the curtains, carrying with it the faint smell of freshly cut grass from Mrs. Garrett's yard next door.
The sound of the van's brakes squeaking as it stops in front of your house makes your pulse quicken slightly. You find yourself smoothing down your shirt unnecessarily and running a hand through your hair as you move toward the front door, wondering if today will be the day you finally introduce yourself to the new mailman.
