I absorb the quiet strums of guitar filtering through my earbuds. The hard chair is in comfortable so I slouch over leaning onto the soft jacket that is placed in an unorganized manner on my desk. A sleeve hang off limply, the rest bundled up in a dark ball.
The people surrounding me chatter, louder and louder as the class slowly comes to an end. They chatter of other classes, what they might do over the weekend. The squeak of students backing up, away from their desks to roam or readjust their posture.
I absorb the sound of the movements, the music. I even try to hear my own heart beat. To my dismay I could not. I slowly drift off to a soft world.
