I'm constantly waiting.
For a package in the mail, for a midterm/a final, for it to be time to eat again.
I wait for the holidays, for a birthday, for summer, for school to start once more.
I wait for Friday, for Monday, until the end of the month, for it to be cold/warm.
I wait for a text, for a phone call, for my cat to come inside.
I wait for the water to boil, for a book to be done, for my brother to be home.
I wait for the morning, I wait for the night, I wait for the time to be just right.
I'm constantly waiting.
