Friday, May 1, 2020

Through the Door

 

    My hands are sweaty. I rub them on my navy dress pants and glance at the clock. 

    2:26. 

    My heart starts beating faster, and it's so loud, I'm sure he'll hear it the moment he arrives. I bounce my knees up and down, trying to get the nerves and the jitters out of my system before he gets here. Three minutes later I hear the door alarm sound. Any second now he'll be walking through that door. 

    Well, not... walking, per se.