The clock was the loudest thing in the house and I hated the 'tik tok' sound that came out of it.

I was on the floor staring at the clock hard, I thought that if I could glare at the clock long enough then it would explode but after a few minutes, I got tired and stood up. Standing in the parlor- I glanced at the time again, soon was coming.

I started to quickly arrange the parlor, picked up the pillows I had thrown down-packed all the papers I had cut, I looked at the time again- now I started moving faster, my heart beating in my mouth - I ran to the kitchen and washed the dishes frantically- I glanced at the time again, abandoning the dishes - I dashed to the room and started arranging the bed - glancing at the time again, I ran for the dinning and started cleaning the table - in and out of every room, I packed, washed, set aside, brought in, removed, arranged, displayed, gathered until I finally landed on the couch, tired- exhausted but proud because I had done enough.

'Any time from now', I glanced at the clock again.

I knelt on the couch and faced the window, I did not glare a the clock this time, I glared at the gate.

I fixed all my attention on the gate, waiting for it to open - waiting for its rusted hands to creek in pain as it was pulled apart from itself like two couples stuck in a kiss- the gate would be temporarily separated to permanently come together again. I stared at the gate until the greenish color was starting to look like black in my eyes.

I stared at the clock and then I stared at the gate even more.

A thought came to my head, I had not removed the stew to defrost- my legs jump then my body meets it at the fridge, I rush and dip it inside the water on the sink then I replace my position on the couch, waiting.

My eyes were squinting in dryness as I kept them open to stare at the gate.

I wasn't going to miss this, I was dedicated.

I heard the noise, it was happening.

I jumped out of the chair and ran to the door, still staring at the gate but something else caught my eye, the gate was not opening - something else was opening!

I peeled my eyes off the gate and looked at the clouds, they were rolling away like a gate.

Something was coming in the clouds- someone, someone was coming in the clouds!

And I don't think I had prepared for this one- I did not know what to do when this gate opened, all the cleaning now seemed irrelevant, and every other thing was useless now.

I had forgotten to remember to look up.

I had forgotten to remember that He would come in the clouds.

I had nothing to show to him, I had forgotten to remember him.