Obsessed

Can't stop. To the window. No; not there. Despair. To the sofa. Can't sit. Anxious. Back to the window; pacing the floor.

Where is he? What could have happened? What time is it? Oh. Only one minute since the last time it was checked. Why hasn't he called? Shouldn't have made that last comment. What if he's had an accident. Of course he couldn't call. He left his phone here.

To the door. Momentary terror. Peer through the kitchen window. Mounting frustration. Back to the door. Into the living room. Anger. Return to the door. Look at the clock.

Only one more minute has passed. He should be home by now. Why didn't I tell him more? Did I say I love you? What if he never comes back? How would I ever go on? Don't think marriage to anyone else would be an option. Is that a car light? Just a neighbor.

Tears. Lean head against door. Look at the clock; not even another minute gone. Kitchen window. Back to the door. Slide down the wall and sit... waiting.

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