Nothing special.

Nothing to see here.

Just another Friday.

The sun came up,
   the world kept spinning,
   emails flooded in,
   traffic crawled,

   coffee burned my tongue.

Totally normal.

Completely unremarkable.

Certainly not a day
    I’ve been counting down to
    for…
        weeks.

Certainly not a day
   where every hour—

   feels like it’s wearing concrete shoes.

Nope.

Not watching the clock,
    feeling restless,
    checking flights—

    for the thousandth time.

It’s just another Friday.

Just another night
     before just another flight
         to just another city

         where I’ll see—

*Her*

…

…

Okay.
Fine.
I'll admit it.

I've been dying for this weekend since the moment the last one ended.