I sit and wait for the moment..... to Arrive

I start off, waking up and wishing I could for see what the day will bring, yet without assurance of the day's events or even the next moment to be a certainty. I move around in my bed, looking at all the bedroom has to offer, then I decide I will fix some tea ths morning, instead of my usual cup of coffee, possibly two cups of coffee, for today my friend will be paying a "surprise" visit.

"How long has it been, since we last visited?" Since we last visited, it was before the last time we were at war, the country that is, deeply involved in a "grudge match" over many small yet insignificant and trivial matters. I was heading downstairs to fix my two cups of coffee, anticipative of my friend's arrival, which due to the present state of my nerves and having the jitters, I was hoping for a pleasant and delightful visit that would leave me calm and in control of my emotions, to say the least.

Wait, I was meaning to say that instead of coffee, I was to be fixing or brewing up tea, which would put me in the mood of calm, so as not to cause my friend any reasons for panic. I looked at the clock, that was hanging on the good wall, above the doorway, noticing that it was about 10 A.M., which meant I needed to hurry along on my reason for being in the kitchen, even as it was still in a shambles.

I was in the process of fixing the tea, when some mail came thru the mail slot in the door, landing on the floor by the door. I was surprised at the amount of mail, as the mail had literally ceased to come, partly due to the fact that war makes it harder for those deliver the mail, to succeed in doing this.

I leaned over the mail, noticing a yellowed telegram, and wishing to read it hastily, so as not to forget the matter, I read it and try to see if it stated any changes in my friend's arrival to meet with me. I was relieved to see that they were still going to make the journey, and they mentioned a surprise that would be brought along with this visit as well. I was happily turning back my attention, my full attention, to brewing the tea, two cups for us both, then hurriedly went about my business, allowing the necessary amount of time for the tea to be drinkable.

I then went about trying to make the sitting room available, for visitors and guests alike, since there was still this one hole in the room towards the east side. I was sure that I had made a list of the many repairs, that would once more make this "condemned" structure, a livable residence, if only for me, as it was before war had almost destroyed it.

I looked up towards the clock that still hung. barely, above the doorway, the led into the sitting room, and noticed that this clock has stopped working completely. It was partly due to the fact that the wall it hung on, had more damage and was probably needing to be removed all together. I let out a sigh and returned to my reason for being in this room, when I heard the water, let out a loud hissing noise, so that I knew it was done, ready to be poured into the two cups for mine and my friend's tea.

I went from the sitting room, heading towards the kitchen, entering the kitchen, when I fell down, hitting my head. I was not aware of anything that would block my path, shaking off the moment, to then return to my plan at hand. I then headed towards the stove, noticed the water was not hot enough, was feeling angry for not making sure the stove had been fired up so that I could heat the water for brewing the tea, for it to be drinkable.

I looked around and noticed that no wood had been chopped, no place to find the wood needed, then heading to the outside door, I saw the why and wondered. I was looking out over a barren wasteland without trees, without animals, even without any people. I became scared and wondered how this had become what was once a thriving bustling community. It had been a town, that only recently, had been growing by leaps and bounds. It was a place to raise your children in and it had so much promise. But today and with the memories of the recent war, this was result of the horror and devastation, left over from those days of doom and gloom.

I was beginning to wonder further, if I was even able to meet with and see my friend even or a short moment. I sensed I was different today as different as the scenery was outside. I begin to put things, in my mind, more into perspective and realizing that I was possibly not even alive or probably someplace slowly dying off. Sad as this thought was, I decided to just go about my business and make the tea, the best way I could do.

I, then watching some far off smoke in the sky, not realizing that as the war had moved closer towards where I was presently living, that it was too close for my safety, yet how I suppose to know what was taking place and what had recently taken place. I was afraid and scared, fearful that this would be my last remaining time to meet with my friend, yet thinking that their visit may not be safe at all.

I, then felt a tug around my neck, trying to loosen up the tight rope that was causing me to choke and starting to lose consciousness, I looked to the left, saw that my friend, with whom I was to meet with at my house, had only since passed on, from what else, a noose around their neck. In their hand was a cup, cracked, yet with the faint aroma of tea, that they use to enjoy drinking.

I was aghast and was without words, while the rope tightened and eventually my life fled from my body and I went limp. It was then that I knew I would never make another cup of tea, I knew I would never see my home again, and that with my last dying breath, I was no longer human and alive.......I died with these last thoughts on my mind and the cup of tea that never was to be made.