Hoping Stories

Clicking on the return key, over and over. Changing the screen. Waiting for it to change. News is posted online now so you wait for the change. Hitting the return key. You did your best but never certain what to expect.Going back, again and again, always trying to make it. Wanting and needing to be part of it.This is what life is about. Anticipation. What you wait for and work for and hope for.It doesn't get easier but it...

I've imagined... An apartment, Pet friendly, College in the afternoon, Work in the evening,  Snuggling at night, and spending time with you... Sleeping in the morning, doing it all over again. I've imagined... A career as a midwife, Possibly a nurse, Hours will be harsh, Long, Tiring, but I'll come home to you, make dinner, spend time, curl up, and sleep in arms that love me, that I love. I've imagined... A comfy house, A...

The instructions said to wait, so she waited. It was something she did quite well; Lord knows she'd had plenty of practice. Sometimes it seemed she did little else besides wait.Just a few more minutes now. But how many minutes, hours, days, years of her life had she wasted waiting, hoping, praying — all for naught? Enough! Today it would stop. Today she would move forward, no matter what. Her phone played a marimba to cel...