classes

I feel a wind coming, it makes everything foggy. I´m seated on my desk. Students around paying attention to the class. The fog that comes makes my vision partly blind. Theories and opinions dance in the air infront of my eyes. I can almost see the letters that form the words, like images that knit a web, it all comming out of the teacher´s mouth... most of it passes away from my ears. My body is there even my voice: my posture attentive but I´m not really there. I´m going round and round untill everything mingles in my head. You´re there: you´re voice, you´re scent, the pictures of you that I have in my head... Everything slows down just like honey when it falls...