The calm before the storm…
The air seems to crackle with tension - the same type of energy fills it as it does before a pending storm. I am in the middle of the deep breath before the plunge. Calm washes over me like a blanket, a numbing cloak of emotionless black. I expect things to happen soon and am preparing for the ripple effect.
I do not trust him. Her assurances mean nothing to me. I do not trust him.
The sizzle before the strike. The metal is red, only awaiting the impact of the hammer.
I am ready. Calm. Numb. Cold.