a game of reactions

You feel it, don’t you? There is no way I am the only one who feels this need. I can almost sense those around me who have already been sated. They stroll by with satisfied smiles or recline seeming all too pleased. I can’t help but feel my rising jealously as I wait my turn. Why do I have to wait so long? Have I not earned an earlier place? I suppose that we all have to wait our turn but I am on the verge of breaking.
I cannot wait any longer. I move to my friend and ask to please be allowed to move with her. She moves me in and I instantly feel a modicum of relief. I am a few steps closer to the end of this daily torment. My needs are almost fulfilled!
We move a few more paces, pause for a minute, then move a few more. The cycle repeats. I am growing more and more impatient. My friend reads my pained expression and attempts to soothe me. We both know that it is not that easy. There is only one way to stop the agony.
After what seemed to be hours, but I learned were mere minutes, I finally arrive and take my due. The world is now safe from my potential rage and inevitable irritability. Until tomorrow that is.