The weight of it.
The shake of it.
Pushing my thumb into the perforated semi-circle.
And cracking open the side of the box.
How many bags? Seven!
Where are those mini-figs?

Bag One clatters into the tray.
Clack, rumble, rumble.
A helmet, legs, torso…a blaster!
Open Book One. Here I go.
Please don't speak to me again until I'm done.