Sender: Me

I have the same dream every day. In the dream, I stood at the gate of the community and watched the sky turn blood red. Neighbors filed into the underground garage with eerie smiles on their faces. Until yesterday, I took out a package from the express locker. The recipient is me and the sender is me. There was only a note inside: "Do not sign for any express delivery." This morning, the courier came again. He handed me a document bag and said with a smile: "You sent it to yourself this time.