Anticipation

Everyone’s probably asleep at half-past two. I am here wide awake, thinking about you.

I lie awake while the scenes from the past play right before my very eyes. No matter what I do, your image remains clear in my mind. Every single detail, every little creases in your clothes. Beads of sweat on your forehead, even that stray hair in your shirt.

I shook my head real hard. Everything seems so real. It’s as if you are right in front of me.

Will I see you tomorrow? Will I finally see you smile?

Scenes are flashing in my mind. It just kept right on playing. Then, there was nothing but darkness.