Waiting

I am up and ready for the day, yet I linger in the house as if I don't dare leave it.
There is a sense of waiting that permeates the air and I find I am waiting with it, breathing it in.
I walk from room to room searching for whatever is coming, or perhaps leaving?
Each room holds an image, a memory, all displayed for view, but frozen in anticipation.
I come to the last room, there is a door slightly ajar, light pours from the tiny opening, I reach for the handle to pull it open....but find that I can not move...
It is not yet time, the waiting continues...for now.