Mystery and Adventure. It’s a 6.

The grey splattered sky complimented the soft curls framing her face; there was a symmetry within her heart, the void she felt grew with each passing day.

Uncertain as to why, she opened the top right drawer of her desk and pulled out the still wrapped gift box he’d given her six months prior.

As she untied the bow, a note in his characteristic scrawl, dropped to the floor –
“My dearest, life is mystery and adventure, so too the afterlife I suspect, so when you are ready and feeling the chill of a cold you cannot dismiss, place your coffee mug upon this warmer, plug it into the outlet to the left of your desk and feel my arms envelope you.”

The freshly brewed coffee filling her mug still giving off wisps of steam, she did as he suggested and got comfortable in her chair. She held the mug between her hands sipping gently when she heard the knocking on the door.

The newspapers had no explanation as witnesses who worked with her swore under oath they had seen the woman close the door to her office yet no one had seen her leave.