It’s late. I’m tired. Yet the crowd outside Emily’s house continues to buzz with energy. The closer I get to the window, the more I can pick up on the undercurrent of anticipation, so I stay far away from the window.
The crowd rotates through a series of chants. Each other be more annoying than the last. They’re supposed to encourage me to come outside, to make some gran appearance just like how fans cheer on their favorite team to perform some miracle play and have them win the game.
I can’t sleep now even if I wanted to. Not with the obnoxious singing, my phone also continues to light up and buzz and I can’t turn that off because I need that for my alarm tomorrow.
I groan at the thought of work tomorrow. What if everyone is still here? Somehow I thought that everything would be blown
