Once again Jeff struggled to get out of bed. It was 10:13am and there he was: in bed. He looked at his phone and stared at the wall and the ceiling some and then it was 10:34am. He got out of bed at 10:40am and took a shower. He told himself he would be out of the shower and dressed before 11:00am. He got out of the shower at 11:06am and sat on the toilet in his towel for 4 minutes and thought about things and looked at the floor and the wall some. Eventually Jeff is out of the bathroom and dressed and sitting at his desk looking at his computer. Jeff works from home and he should have started working circa 9:00am. At 12:13am he masturbates at his desk. When he gets up from his desk to put the towel in the hamper he notices an envelope at the foot of his front door. He examines it and sees no writing: no address, no return address, nothing. Inside he finds a blank piece of paper. Jeff spends 55 minutes researching the receipt of completely blank letters and comes up with no satisfactory explanation for its appearance at his door. As far as he could tell, no one had ever posted on the internet about receiving a completely blank envelope containing a completely blank piece of paper. And delivered to the recipient's door rather than her mailbox no less. Jeff works for 24 minutes and then leaves to get lunch. Jeff is at a burger place he goes to every weekday. A man who is slightly older and taller than him stands behind him and to his left. Jeff imagines various scenarios where the man follows him home and considers how he might determine whether the man is in fact following him. He imagines taking three consecutive left turns, and, upon noticing that the man also took three consecutive left turns, "busting" the man in some way. In one fantasy he abruptly turns around and walks toward the man, which startles the man, who, in the fantasy, is impressed that Jeff deployed this secret-agent-like tactic. The man in this fantasy realizes that Jeff is more clever than he had realized, that he has Street Smarts and is not someone to be Fucked With. In another fantasy Jeff puts his keys between his knuckles and punches the man in the throat and face several times and threatens to kill the man should he ever follow Jeff again, all this despite the fact that in reality Jeff has never so much as shoved a non-sibling. The cashier calls out the name "Jimmy," causing Jeff to almost flinch because the name starts with a "J" and for a split second made Jeff think that his order was ready, but the order is for the man standing slightly behind and to the left of Jeff, who picks up his order and leaves without seeming to make eye contact with Jeff. ************** Jeff finishes his lunch at 2:07pm and works for 23 minutes before researching the receipt of blank letters again. He searches for a lot of the same phrases he did initially. He adds quotation marks around different sets of words and searches popular forums and video hosting websites for information. He again comes up with no satisfactory explanation for the occurrence. ************** At 4:44pm Jeff decides he can stop working because it is close enough to 5:00pm and he figures he will not get anything substantial done in the next 16 minutes anyway. He peruses a popular social media platform looking for images to masturbate to later. He looks at his computer for a while and stares at the wall and non-sexually fantasizes about having a girlfriend. ************** At 6:11pm Jeff receives an email with no body or subject that, impossibly, has no sender listed. At this point Jeff feels a sense of panic so extreme he feels like he is about to die. Jeff refreshes the page furiously and tries logging in and out to see whether doing so fixes what should be a bug and searches with shaking hands how it can be possible to receive an email with literally no sender listed, not a "<no-reply@website.com>" type situation but literally just nothing, just "            " and nothing else following the "from:" at the top of the window that pops up when you move your cursor over the little avatar next to where the display name usually sits but which, in this case, is of course blank. Jeff curls up on his carpeted floor and lies there motionless for what feels to Jeff like an hour but which is actually 4 minutes. Jeff stares straight ahead at the bottom of his undecorated wall and fantasizes about destroying his computer and setting his apartment on fire and somehow disappearing, the way special forces soldiers are trained to according to various action movies, bringing only cash with him and changing his outfit and hair style and name and arriving in some small town in "Middle America" and remaining mysterious and aloof for his own safety but also coincidentally in a way that some women find very attractive, which in turn causes him to feel a short-lived but extraordinary and almost zen-like sense of calm.