Last night I couldn't sleep at all due to the bursting excitement flowing through my veins but I'm still standing here outside his house, ready, refreshed like any other day and waiting for him.
It has been approximately fifteen minutes and he still hasn't shown any signs of life but there's still five minutes remaining to ten o'clock, so it's fine.
Throwing punches and kicks in the air, I thought to warm up by myself before the time he gets here.
Ooh I can't wait for training to start, I thought in my mind and started doing some exercises that Mariya had taught me.
I was so lost in my excitement that I ignored the fact that five minutes was taking so much time that usual to pass today. I was jogging, jumping and doing everything to pass my five minutes but it was like time decided to play tricks with me.
I feel it's moving too slow or rather it was my imagination or you could say impatience, I'm sure he'll come, after all he said it himself.
