Continually, my heart does stutter. My head is full of all this painful clutter. I wish that I could draw the blinds or pull down a lockable shutter.
I know that they are waiting, in the shadows. Waiting to pounce. What they're not aware of is that my wish is their wish too. The doctor may look at his watch, a time he will announce. My dream will become a reality and their wish will become true.