Waiting.
Lying in the gentle dark.
Waiting for it all to begin.
Everything is ready.
It has been for days.
Soon it will start.
One minute it was weeks away.
Months.
Now it's tomorrow.
Time became conflated and has stopped in the waiting dark.
A wait without anticipation.
Merely a nod to time.
Ticking time.
Time has become folded away.
Buried in this moment's appreciation.