Anticipation

I feel the excitement bubble up inside of me

Like a tea kettle on the stove

I keep looking at the clock...

No, its not time yet, find something to do

Pace, clean, nervous energy

I look at the clock again.....

I feel like a child saying to a parent “Are we there yet?”

A present that has been waiting to be unwrapped

I look at the clock again.....

Maybe I need to check another clock

I’m certain the hands have not moved

I make myself a promise not to look again

Okay, it must be almost time

Is everything in place?

How do I look?

I looked at the clock again....

My heat is pounding

I’m sure if you were standing next to me you could hear the thudding

I have not felt this way for so long

Do they feel the same way?

I look at the clock again....

I’m making to much out of this

No, I don’t think so

I’m nervous

Butterflies in my stomach

My face is flushed just thinking about the first anticipated 

Kiss

Ive stopped looking at the clock

He is here