I was wriggling as fast as I could. Didn’t realise the impatience goes back in time. Blindly knocking the competitors out on my way. Fool. It felt like an epoch of life.
And there, I was patiently waiting. Nascent, vulnerable, naive. Daydreaming how a robust runner would win this over. Proudly stalling.
And the two met, of course.
Oh how I wish I could scream STOP. You don’t know what you two are headed to. Alas! Too late. Like I said, the impatience goes back in time.
Daily Prompt: Egg