There is a wait in the coridoor.

On this day where I have very little time, I am told to wait.

In thinking of feelings and my surprise at the patience out here. The long by narrow carpet is surprised at my reaction. My feet are fixed and my gaze remains on the door.

The door is opened, I enter the room and all patience is lost.

My day continues.

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