Waiting

Well, here I am, waiting outside

Braving the cold and the wind

And awaiting a large yellow object

To appear from around the corner

How many minutes have gone by?

Am I early?

I am late?

Did I miss an email?

I resist checking my phone

I should just be patient

I think to myself

Well, here I am, sitting here in class

I finished all my work

And I left my sketchbook at home

I check the clock every minute

I tap my foot

And rustle through my pencil case

But nothing can quench my boredom

I should just be patient

I think to myself

Well, here I am, laying in bed

And I question my mind with many strange thoughts

When will my eyes shut?

And when will I lay still?

And when will I be enveloped in darkness?

And when will I never talk again to a single soul

Until I eventually wake up?

And when will I find out if there is a dream world or not?

And no, I don’t mean sleep

I should just be patient

I think to myself