Someone was knocking at the door. Her body shifted slightly, and she paid no mind to it; her mind was numb with sleep. The knocking persisted. Her eyes snapped open, and looked to the right of her bed. She saw three sheets of notes, a fountain pen, and a clock sitting atop of her deep brown drawer. The knocking persisted. She took the time to read the clock; it read 5:56 AM. It was strange; it was as if the visitor knew that she was soon to wake. She slowly stood up and yawned, staring at the wall in front of her. The soft gray of the wall spoke to her, telling her it was bored. She paid it no mind. She stretched gracefully, and headed out of her bedroom, glancing at the clock as she left; it read 5:58 AM. The knocking persisted. The mare sighed, and proceeded to the entrance at a brisk pace. The knocking had ceased. She opened the door and saw 3 objects: a white box with the renowned Apple logo on it, a new pair of Cranium Confections ear buds, and a simple white letter sitting at an askew angle from her doormat. On the letter, in neat calligraphy, noted, To Octavia D. Minore.