I expressed my thoughts to another today in writing; I have as yet heard nothing back. I parked on the street proper at an early hour. My heart beating, I grabbed the masking tape and the envelope and walked with uncharacteristic calmness towards his door down the gravel alley. I vaguely felt the pebbles beneath my feet. I saw two cars and knew at least one must belong to him, so I hastily taped the 9-layered matroyshka note to his door and ran away like she who planted a bomb. Exhilarated and my heart pumping painfully and acutely, I ran back to my car and drove off like a jewel thief.
I cannot keep up with my project very well, for which I apologize-- I shall improve.