13 October 2012
It's almost midnight. I've been waiting for a while now. Too long. You should be here by now. The quiet is unnerving; my hairs are stood on end. Mainly because of the chill...But I guess some of it might be fear. Just a little bit. The fear being that you won't turn up. The rustle in the long grass around me startles me. It's frightening.
Why aren't you here yet? I'm still waiting for you. The sun went down a while ago, plunging everything into darkness. Only the tiny pin pricks of starlight against the indigo backdrop ooze illumination. It's getting late now. I want to go, leave, run. But I can't. I know I need to wait for you. That's why I'll be patient. Scared, cold and anxious, but patient.
It's almost midnight.
Midnight • Opuss № I