Jareth sat on the couch for nearly an hour while his anxiety chewed away at his innards.
He was nervous to open a package that he wasn't expecting.
Jareth contemplated aloud.
"What could it be?"
"Who sent it?"
"Why me?"
"What could looking hurt?"
Jareth stopped and thought a little longer on that last question.
After all it has your name on it...." Jareth thought to himself while chewing nervously on his finger nails.
He could feel the anxiety clawing at his brain.
"ItsAnthrax! Or a bomb!" His anxiety screamed fears at him.
Finally he had enough.
Jareth quickly slipped his thumbail along the tape slicing it open.
He took a deep breath and opened the flaps on the box.
He exhaled suddenly as the beauty of the item in the box overwhelmed him.
It looked like a gold and brass type writer but it wasn't shiny anymore.
it looked almost ancient.
He reached in and pulled the type writer out it was heavy but felt like it was weightless at the same time.