I stared at the blue and white carton, willing it to submit

I stared at the blue and white carton, willing it to submit. It didn't. I gingerly touched it, making it slide over a few inches. I could hear the milk sloshing inside. Was it a bomb? Would I explode in my face, turning my skin into a pockmarked war ground? I eased my left thumb underneath the arch, tensing, and waiting for a sonic BOOM that would mark the end. Nothing happened.

"Artemis!" I look up, annoyed that someone has entered into my private thoughts.

"Go away, you imbecile!" I say, calmly, controlling my inner turmoil. This milk carton is oh, so suspicious. The voice backed away. The person whom the voice must have belonged to sighed, saying,

"I am just putting a tray of cookies here, it is your 4th birthday, after all."

I place my right thumb next to my left, easing my index fingers to the opposite side so I could have some leverage. I could see the end, oh so close. Yet, something was suspicious about the abnormally wet carton. I do not know if it is ok to open. I apply gentle pressure, hearing a soft scrrrrrrrrrrrit as the cardboard ripped open. I inspected the tear, carefully picking away the debris left over from the imperfect incision. A small flap of paper held the opening of the carton closed. I examined it, carefully. I carefully cut it away, pulling the fold of cardboard out, making it into a perfect V shape. I raised the drink to my lips, savoring the perfect taste of ice-cold milk, straight from the bomb-free carton.

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