the next thing to happen

you enter the room
and find
no one there.
but you are willing
to wait. you have
the time.
so you sit
and fold your arms
across your
chest. you cross
your legs.
there is nothing
in the room of
interest.
the walls are white,
and clean. there is
only one chair,
and it's the one
you are sitting on.
there is a window.
the sky is white,
so is the ground
as if coverd in snow.
you feel as if you've
been here before,
but you havent.
it feels like a dream,
but it isn't. it's
the past. it's the present.
you are waiting
for the next thing
to happen.