I’ve been waiting my whole life.
Waiting for the next day, next month, next year.
Essentially I’ve been waiting for my death, my very own due date.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
And suddenly the day has come.
And they’re knocking at your door.
And maybe they don’t have horns.
And maybe they aren’t wearing the cloak of a renowned deity.
Maybe they aren’t exactly horrible to look at.
Maybe they’re beautiful, pleasant.
And they welcome you with open arms.