“This is perfect!, this is it.”, sighed Zoe half asleep, half awake. She then went on to enter her credit card details to make the payment. She was happy, in bliss.
For the past one month, Zoe has been up online for hours, from morning till night. There’s not a single ecommerce site that she hadn’t been to, in pursuit of that one item, the perfect gift for Mark, for his birthday.
Mark’s birthday is in a week and Zoe wanted to gift him something memorable, something that could or would bring a smile on his otherwise grumpy face.
It isn’t easy to get anything for Mark, for he keeps high standards, he seeks and expects perfection in everything. Zoe doesn’t know much about perfection, a poor imperfect being, so getting this gift was pretty tough on her.
‘Your order is placed’, popped up the message on the app. Zoe got up from her chair to wash her face, weak yet gleaming, exhausted yet proud. Looking in the mirror, she realised dark circles had formed around her eyes. ‘A face mask should do the trick. Maybe tomorrow, but now I need to crash ‘, she spoke to herself.
She took her phone to send a goodnight text to Mark. There were 2 unread messages from Mark. She quickly opened the messages. It had pictures of gifts send to him from his family.
Suddenly all her happiness faded, for her item didn’t seem to stand out. It didn’t seem special anymore. She thought to herself, ‘my gift will be just one in many’.
‘I need to get something else, something different, something zealous’, she reminded herself before restarting her search online on the nth night.