[ WP ] On the same day that scientists discover proof of infinite , parallel universes , you receive a package that is addressed to `` Myself ... Sort of . ''

The reality of our reality washes over me as I stare, transfixed to the tv. Somehow someway our scientists were able to prove the existence of parallel universes. It is all the newscasters are talking about- how another parallel universe has been found. My phone rings for the second time in five minutes, most likely work calling again as I was supposed to be in an hour ago. But how could they expect anyone to come in to buy office supplies on a day of such importance? 
 
 The sound of my ringer dies out, only to be replaced with a loud knocking on my door. Who bothers to bother people on such a day? Do people not realize how great of a discovery this is? Begrudgingly I get up out of bed and, without taking my eyes off the newscasters, reach for my plush white robe that I threw on the floor last night. My hand only reaches empty carpet and I'm forced to pay attention to what I'm doing. The door knocks impatiently again and I spot my robe hanging on the back of my bedroom door. 
 
 I grab it and walk quickly through my apartment, fussing with the belt to tie it closed so I do n't show off my raggedy pajamas to the delivery guy. I reach out for my doorknob when he knocks once more. 
 
 
 `` You know you could use a little more pati-'' I stop, words jumbled in my mouth for a man who is n't there. I look both ways down the empty hallway. There's no way the delivery guy could have disappeared mid knock. I look to my left again, not believing my eyes. The hallway is still empty but now I notice Mrs. Stevens took down her Christmas door decoration to replace it with... a Hanukkah one? She's always been extremely tolerant of our floor's diversity but that's a little over the top. 
 
 I shake my head- that does n't matter now. Grabbing my phantom delivery box I take it inside. It has no return address, and the only part for delivery says `` Myself... sort of''. I study the handwriting as I walk back to my bedroom. 
 
 Or, more precisely I study MY handwriting. There's no doubt about it. The way the o and the f lazily connect into each other is something I've been chided for since handwriting classes in grade school. But I did n't send this package. Other me- parallel universe me must have. Goosebumps shiver on my arms but the excitement pushes the feeling of creepy dejavu away. 
 
 I tear open the box to find a handwritten letter and some pictures of my apartment. A picture of my blue couch in the living room, my blue toaster in the kitchen, the blue polka dot shower curtain in my bathroom that needs a desperate cleaning. For some reason other me seems to want to remind me of my favorite color. I unfold the letter and begin to read: 
 
 
 *Dear Me, * 
 
 *Hello! You're probably reading this in your bed right now, and I just want to make sure you're sitting down because when I first figured all this stuff out....yeah just make sure you're sitting. * 
 
 *I assume by now you've discovered that parallel universes exist. And that, like I did the first time around, you're in your robe and you just no called no showed to work. Which is great because we really need to figure out what went wrong. This has never happened before - at least that I've heard of. You need to go talk to the MPDA Multiple Parallel Dimensions Agency. They'll be able to sort this out... I hope. * 
 
 
 *You're really thick sometimes, trust me I know. Stop being amazed by today and actually LOOK AROUND YOU. Pay attention! Your robe was n't on the floor, it was on the door. Your couch is purple now. Ditto to your toaster and shower. Mrs. Stevens from down the hall is Jewish. Listen to your voicemail. And for god's sake actually listen to the newscasters. Do n't freak out too much. Contact the MPDA. I'll try to contact you again soon. * 
 
 *Yours truly, * 
 
 *Amelia* 
 
 
 I look up at the tv, at the newscasters that are n't as flabbergasted as they should be. They do n't look as surprised at finding a parallel universe as I'd imagine they would be. Almost on auto pilot I grab my phone and click to listen to my newest voicemail as I walk into my living room to see a purple couch sitting where my blue one should be. 
 
 BEEP *'' Hey Amy, you're late. You were on for opening today, and here I am-'' * In the kitchen there's a purple toaster sitting on my counter with the same scratch mark I gave it the day I dropped it on my foot. 
 
 *'' -on Tuesday morning without a damn cashier. You need to give me a-'' * And the shower curtain, purple polka dots. It too has the same burn mark on the edge where I tested my new hair straightener to see if it was hot. 
 
 *'' -call missy. No call no showing at a department toy store this close to the holidays is unacceptable and you better have a damn good reason otherwise you can kiss your job goodbye. `` * CLICK 
 
 It's quiet enough now that I can hear my tv from the other room, the woman's cheery voice cementing in the wrongness of my situation, 
 
 *''... charity event last night. And for those just tuning in now, we have discovered another parallel universe that we can make contact with! This one now makes five since the inital discovery of the multiverse back in August. Scientists successfully contacted the universe- now called Uni616- at 3AM Eastern time and we have come to learn that as of yet, this one has the most similarities with our own. Now our world leaders...'' * 
 
 Shit. I need to contact this MPDA.
