I got a call sometime ago that I would have to be leaving soon, it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long since I arrived but it’s almost that time. I really dreaded the fact that I had to go; just thinking about what a good time I had during my stay but it’s only a matter of time before He comes to pass me my coat. I did all I could do before that time, I mean I tried to make the best of it. I wanted to make the time that I spent here count because I knew once I left; I would not be back. It was a little frustrating that everyone didn’t seem to grasp the fact that I was leaving. There was no going away party, no big dinner, No one really came by to see me and surprising enough the ones I felt that I really connected with showed no emotion or concern. I came to the point where I had given up and decided to sit and wait until it was time to go. It’s getting later and later and I haven’t left yet, I had no way of calling to find out when He was coming to get me. I couldn’t help but to wish that someone could keep me company until He got here, so I just watched TV. TV is what entertained me for most of my wait. It had gotten really late and I had grown tired so I decided to go to bed and as I laid there in bed all I could think about was how I wish I could have enjoyed myself a little more and who I would have like to have seen and where I would like to have gone but eventually I fell asleep. Suddenly I felt someone grab me by the shoulders and shake me, when I turned over to see who it was; I noticed that it was Him standing over me….with my coat,it was time to go.
