Seven Days and Counting | RP with drcampbell
It was now just seven days to go. He was astounded how the last three months had been both the quickest and longest time of his life. Now that it was here, it seemed to have sped by at a rapid pace, but actually getting through each day had been a struggle. He felt surprisingly calm and he hoped that would last out the week. He put his bottle of beer to his lips and took a small swallow. He was lost in his thoughts until the familiar soft Scottish lilt caught his attention.