The Guest

The long-awaited guest knocks on the door. The visit of my life has finally arrived. The moment I have been longing for, preparing for, looking forward to. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Give me just a minute," I shout. Just putting the tray away. The guest knocks for the second time. "Here I am already." I check just once more that everything is in order. This guest is far too important to not have everything in order. He knocks for the third time. "Ok, here I am." Just checking my hair in the mirror, is it alright? Now let's welcome the guest. I open the door and - the guest is gone.