Anticipation

Anticipation lives in a quiet attic.

There isn’t a sound in that setting but a steady heartbeat as it moves across the well worn wood.

But anticipation is there, sitting calmly in the rocking chair you thought was thrown out years ago.

It is breathing down your neck when you hear a creak-or were you just imagining it?

The pale, shaking hand of anticipation is on your shoulder when you see a box labeled ‘Do not open until 1985.’

He wonders if he should follow you down the old ladder as you leave, but he decides against it.

He feels comfort in the sweet smell of years past and secrets kept.