"They are coming this weekend, children, so you all need to clean up, get ready..." I had awaited these words for months, and finally, I am hearing them spoken. A thousand feelings rent my heart as they race violently through me.
I have no peace. I have been tormented all these months by my own self, my own mind, trapped within walls of my own design. I am tormented, tortured now.
I am elated, happy, singing, lauging. I am miserably, angry, depressed. I cannot wait for them to arrive, but I cannot wait for them to go.
They are here, but they are not. I am not, anyway. I shall cope, however, as I always have.