Five days is frustrating.
Five days feels like...
...like a little kid shaking their gifts before Christmas.
...like the last thirty seconds before the microwave goes bing! when you're absolutely starving and don't think you can wait one. more. moment.
...like that instant in your dreams when you realize you're asleep, and no matter how hard you try you cannot escape the imaginary world. You cannot wake up.
...like when you're pacing the halls in a hospital and there is nothing you can do to help whoever you're there to see.
...like that nagging sensation at the back of your neck when you know something has been left undone.
...like when you wear your sundresses a few weeks too early in the spring, just in hope that the sun will be inspired and suddenly decide to kick it up a few notches.
...like having one more box to unpack a month after a move.
But, in every single one of those instances, the end is in sight.