This is part of a series and must be read through the end to understand. It's long I know but only way to get full effect. Kind of old too but don't hold that against me.

Anticipation

I hear dad's footsteps,
On the stairs.
I don't know,
If I've done something,
Or if this one will just be,
For no reason.
As I watch the knob,
On the door turn
I know it will all be,
Over tomorrow.
Dad walks in smelling,
Like he had just walked,
Out of a garbage can.
I can't wait for tomorrow,
As he begins his act.