Waiting Room

April 1st is coming... and that'll be the day that I'm released from my sentence. I've marked my homemade calender with a little birthday cake and reminders leading up to it on how to prep. It gets cold around here, and Sundays for some reason are the worst days to get through. I could stay in the dark for weeks on end and know when a Sunday hits. I've done this test before and have succeeded.
But my anniversary is coming and there will be no need for that. Because now I can have an up-to-date calender. Now I can play the guessing game of What Time Is It with someone else...