Wandering eyes.
The morning cold stings through the long metal armrests on either side.
The girl in the front row tucks away her pen. She'll crack the test because the questions paper is probably the same from last year, and she would have solved it two times over. She yawns as she looks around and touches her curls. Daylight gleams of her white skin. I want to hide inside her. Know her dreams.
I get up and walk towards the water can to sneak a look from the front of the hall.
Two men walk around for the signatures
White answer sheets. Fountain pens. The aisle rising up and narrowing down.
I am empty. In the middle of daylight. And dreams.
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