Sometimes it's as if she is sitting in Life's waiting room. Flipping through magazines, doing crossword puzzles...
Wondering when it's going to be her turn to live.
She watches the clock on the wall, tapping her foot to the second hand tick.
She's getting anxious. She feels it coming. The door is about to open and she will no longer be a spectator, but a participant in life's grand circus.

Wondering when it's going to be her turn to live.
She watches the clock on the wall, tapping her foot to the second hand tick.
She's getting anxious. She feels it coming. The door is about to open and she will no longer be a spectator, but a participant in life's grand circus.
