I take the envelope in my hands, turning it over and over, fingers shaking. Black, white, black, white - a symbolic duality perhaps, counterpointed by the colourful crayon of a child?
I am making up my mind to open it, thinking at the speed of a cat through quicksand, when from behind me another "schlep-plop", although smaller this time, startles me to the point of cardiac arrest!
It is another envelope, black side up, a quarter the size...
I turn it over to the white. This one is blank. No crayon. No markings at all. This makes it less intimidating somehow and I tear at its edges to rip it open immediately.
Inside, a single piece of paper, folded once. There are three words on it, in crayon... the first in red, the second in orange, the third in green. It says:
JUST OPEN IT