Trapped

Sitting at the computer, getting up every time she hears a noise.
Is it there??
Has he come?!?

She opens the window
just to make sure she doesn't miss
the sounds of the
mailman bringing good tidings
of comfort and joy.

She hears another noise,
gets up.
just a bus.
No little white box car,
bringing papers with written words.
just a bus.

She sits back down.
A few minutes later..
it's him!
He's finally here!

She runs down the stairs
booking it to the box that has the numbers
1225 written on the front of it.
It's only when she hits the bottom stairs
that she stops and realizes.

The hardwood floor is being refinished.
Wet polish has been freshly laid on the ground.
Can't go on the main floor, or outside,
for two more hours.
TWO MORE HOURS!
and I'm...
5 feet away from the door.
Only 5 feet away from his words.
Just 5 feet away...
and,
Trapped.

*sigh*.... I guess I can just wait.
..........and THAT'S a sip of Livi's Lemonade! :)

Does somebody want to come and give me my letter through the window??? HA!......... but seriously.