Wait

Wait. WItwaitwaitwaitwait Wait for him to text back. Wait for her to get home. Wait for this damn sickness to get a move on. Wait for the stupid girls in the stupid hallway to get the stupid message that their stupid conversation is blocking the stupid path to my stupid class. Wait. Wait for the pain to subside. Wait for the house to get warm. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. Wait for him to text back. I didn't text him to excercise my fingers. I want a damn reply. But I wait.