She thought about it all day. She worried. She bit her nails, she knocked into things, lost in thought. The time seemed to go by so slowly – she often looked at the clock. Tsunade frowned at her and kicked her out of the office. She went for a walk and bumped into people all the way.
What would she do? What should she say? She had said she would do it, and she intended to. She just wasn't sure how exactly it would work. She tried to imagine it, but even that was too unnerving, too painfully awkward. She wanted to disappear.
She wanted the day to last forever. She wished that night would never come.
She was, for some insane reason, excited.