Reply to an Old Dream

Three a.m., pouring rain, and I grabbed an errand order off the app. A box of ultra-thin 0.1 condoms, one piece of red lace lingerie, hundred-dollar tip. Looking at the Henson name on the order, my fingertip trembled against the screen. I swallowed nervously. "Sir, your delivery's here." "Just leave it outside." Then I heard a woman's voice in the background, and the weight lifted off my chest.