On this two hundred and eightieth day of 2013, we wait.
We wait with bated breath for the news of a friends last.
We are told that it will happen today.
So…
We take baths in the middle of the day and wait with our hands on the phone.
We stare at nothing and only stop when it’s too blurry to stare anymore.
We wait. Because we’re told it will happen today. On this two hundred and eightieth day of 2013.