i sit.

waiting.
patiently waiting.

i wait for the sun to rise.

i wait for the rooster to spread its wings and sing its tune.

i wait for the world to wake up.

i wait. i patiently wait.

i wait for my supposedly eager friends to come.

i wait for the sound of their footsteps on the cold pavement.

i wait until the strike of 7.

i hope they come...