Box in a Dream

She saw a small box, and being out in the middle of a field, wondered what was inside. It was decorated with all sorts of odd baubles, and in some spots it appeared to have hair! Pulling it up like uprooting a young tree, she cautiously took the box, sat comfortably in the cool grass, placed the box on her lap and waited.
Muted noises came from inside and the trinkets and whiskers moved in the cool air.
Nothing happened.
The blades of grass began to whisper in magical, raspy unison:
don't you see this is everything you ever wanted?
Glancing down at the box, she felt the metal of a cool blue bell hanging from it - she had indeed wanted this. It's weight was sturdy and true. And the whiskers that tickled her forearm - had she wanted them? Lifting the box to her face, she brushed the coarse hair across her cheeks. How wonderful! What else? A ring hung from the top center. Hesitant, she contemplated her desire for it. Something about it was daunting, yet it dangled so bright and happy. Just to spite her reluctance, she placed her fattest finger to it. It fit. This ring fir each one of her fingers. Surely she hadn't always wanted it, but it would be nice to have looped around her neck for now. It could be less intimidating. She wanted to place it around everyone she loved, because she knew it would fit the most skinny or chubbiest fingers, certainly!
Other charms of this box glittered. It was so tempting to feel and touch each one, but she couldn't do it.
The way she felt with this strange trinket on her lap was inexplicable: secure, different, intrigued, happy.
The sender, or even the maker, she didn't know. How had this object become what she had always wanted? The thoughts ran over in her head.
As the breeze came, the box's hair scruffed against her, and the bell tinkled an everlasting affection. Now it was just her and the bearded bauble-box.