First Fear... Then...

I wait anxiously as the sound of the ticking clock that sits upon the wall begins to feel as though it’s buried inside my chest

I’m waiting to hear the sound of footsteps creak along the old worn wooden floors that lead to my front door

My palms begin to feel damp as I pace quietly back and forth inside along the strip of carpeting in front of the door

I’m very aware of being very quiet as my ears are focused on every tiny sound I hear outside

I walk into the bathroom 17 times and exam my image sure I’d see something horrible looking back at me

I quickly but quietly return to my pacing so I’m near to the door when the dreaded footsteps creek one, two, three, four steps from down the hall with each step louder and louder as the steps get closer and closer

Then all of a sudden there they are! Steps getting louder and louder! My throat is dry. Little beads of sweat form just above the curve of my brow

The knock! I open the door and you reach your arm through to push through a beautiful bouquet of flowers as you excitedly say, “hi, you ready for our date?”