The night watcher

Apple-biting suspense

The torture, the anxiety, looking at the watch, click, click, click, making sure it hasn’t stopped. Two, three o’clock in the morning. Sweaty palms, bloodshot eyes glued to the screen, waiting and waiting. Voices in the head whispering it won’t happen. Go away, it will, we know. And suddenly, there is light, there is movement, hooray, it has arrived! We are ecstatic, jumping up and down singing: “Yabadabadooooo!! our first view!” Yes, somewhere out there in the unknown cyberspace somebody has graced samandthedunes.com with being our first visitor of the day. We fall on the bed exhausted. Passing out. Until next night…