Perchance to Daydream
I sit, watching; it's been some minutes since commencement. The instructor dances about the board carving out shapes and patterns into the wall. I attempt to attain meaning from his movements and creations, no success. I turn away, what else lives? I see another, fiddling with her pencil. She stares at the dancing man, never looking away for a moment. I look about her, brown hair, down to her shoulders, no, longer. Glowing tan skin, rays of elegance seem to shine outward from her curvaceous body. Her bosom resembles mounds I once grasped as a child in the sandbox, surely the tone is similar. After playing out a few fervid scenarios, I become disinterested. The window steals my attention, oh, but a glass to separate me from infinite possibilities. Blasted glass! Let me breathe! I am suffocating, I begin to hyperventilate: *HUH HAH HUH HAH HUH HA HUH HA*. Wait a minute, I am fine, there is ample oxygen in this room. I look towards the front of the room, the dancing man continues on, I wonder if he has tried out for stage? Stage... It would be cool if I were a rockstar, maybe like Jimi Hendrix. I'd play my axe like nobody's business. ♫ Purple Haze all around, don't know if I comin' up or down. Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me ♫...."..age five hundered twenty three. Numbers ten through sixty. Don't forget, test next week. You guys can go." Huh? Over already? *Picks up bag and walks out the door*