Your morning hadn't been the greatest, first being woken up by a fairly persistent mailman who was firmly tapping on your bedroom window, meanwhile downstairs your mother Allison yelled quite clearly "Honey! The phone is for you, And it's important!" Following her bounding up the stairs and barreling into the room causing quite the cacophony to wake you from your slumber and sit up groggily in bed as your surely deranged mother and the creepy mailman somehow having managed to climb to your second story window to wake you up so early in the morning.

So it was no surprise that the torrent of foul mouthed obscenities which poured forth from your mouth like the budding anger of Pompeii continued for quite a while as your audience waited and watched until you ran out of steam to fuel your rant and finally give in and ask even though your throat was sore from yelling a moment ago "What the hell do you want and what the fuck is...that?"

Turning towards the window the two of you behold the mailman scribbling a message backwards a crossed the once pristine glass of your window pane reading "you've been chosen". Great what kind of nut is this? Screaming in outrage you hurl yourself out of bed and throw open the window, unfortunately for him causing the mailman to lose his balance and fall into the shrubbery below. Realizing the man was alright didn't temper your outrage however as you yell at the poor smuck as he slowly picks himself back up, "What the fuck man, this is my fucking house and get our of here before I call the fucking cops!"

The rage had driven your mind to idiotic anger and limited your cognitive functions or perhaps you would have paid more heed to the man as he kept insisting to have an important message for you even as he was forced to conceded defeat as you had began chucking household items at the creep from your vantage point above him.

The mailman finally gone you turned back to your mother and scowled, "give me that phone I'm calling the cops!" But your mother stood firmly and replied calmly "No Aerin you have an important call waiting for you." The woman held out the wireless to you and stared a bit emptily into your eyes. She wasn't making any sense though and you told her that "What in the hell are you talking about?? But what about the cops..?" However the insistent offering your mother's out stretched arm was making had finally been enough to get you to cave in and take the receiver from her grasp.

Still groggy with sleep you thumb your fingers over the buttons, contemplating merely hanging up and going back to bed. Or in your luck deal with it later, which was sorely tempting. But your morning was rather peculiar so far, maybe you should heed your destiny?