Indecision

I sat there that night thinking
And as I thought
The ticking clock marked my thoughts.
Tick,
Should I go?
Tick,
What if I don't like it there?
Tick,
But I would get the chance to wear that dress!
The time now reads six.
The night creatures began to come out of their hiding place.
And as I sat curled up in my chair
The croaking frog repeated my complaints
Croak,
But I have nothing to go with this dress.
Croak,
I can wear that gold shoe with it.
Croak,
But how will I know if he's there?
The croaking frog then went away
And the night grew further from the day.
Still I was there
Curled in my chair.