I feel it coming. Do I know it? Of course I don't yet I'm expecting it anxiously. No sound but I can feel it. It will creep under the door which I keep close, just in case. It will reach me every moment now. I'm sweating. Minutes are tickling away yet it isn't showing. Playing tricks on me, eh? You nasty one! A smell like I were back at school, waiting to be caught unaware, it's wasn't me, it wasn't me! Taste your waiting, trust it. Touch it, bandy it, juggle with perception. Nothing happens. I stand up and wonder. Maybe I was too late. Maybe it will not come, after all.