Waiting

Bags packed and standing sentry at the door.
Tickets and passports,
Maps and gadgets,
All in their places and ready to go.
The fridge grows empty and silent.
Only the ticking of the clock can be heard.
Shutters are lowered and timer light at the ready,
Ready to perform an illusion to passers-by of activity within.
The house is quiet and still as the final night slips by.
With dawn will come………………….adventure.

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