Tortulja was confused by the package arriving at her home, still she accepted the box and tipped the courier before taking the delivery inside.
Though she had no idea what exactly the bottles were filled with, she did fancy their design, and spent a good few minutes looking them over before she finally got around to reading the letter.
The handwriting was almost foreign to her now, so infrequently had she seen the script nowadays. A smile quickly spread across her face, and she glanced back at the bottles.
Something to help her sleep?
But what if it didn’t work?
What if it worked too well?
What if… what if she became dependent on it?
The last thought scared her, and she decided to place the bottles on various shelves in her house. Still, one bottle was set on the nightstand next to her bed.
Just in case.