off much deprived limelight

Thirty minutes past 10 and it's looking worst than I thought it would. Everything within view is spinning and that in the distance is nothing more than a colorful blurry pattern. This is what three hours of sleep for three weeks does to you. Either that or a prescription of lenses is needed. Whatever the case, all of that is not as important as low back pains and the balance between human and automation and suitable display designs.

Ten minutes past the thirty minutes, and its time to pack. Notes that have been scribbled on repeatedly and doodled over on top of doodles make it into the bag over the mobile phone. Getting out of comfy clothes into neater ones require more effort than usual. Was this the tee from the other day? And if yes, what of it? Her 'Good Luck!' was replied with a faint 'Thank You'. Somehow it felt like it was a walk on the last mile.

Sharp 11 and the library temperature could pass for the dawn chill. The girls in the corner can't stop giggling over how the guy that she thinks like her asked her to get a hamster on Facebook. Occasional looking up from notes and constant shushings from the anal librarians didn't quite send them the message. Thank God for iPods. But then strawberry fields need redundant displays and razors have to be designed to account for typical perceptions. Blah.

Fifteen minutes past 11 and the volume on the iPod can go down a notch. Alone at the table but with not enough time to get the jacket out to fight goosebumps. Why, suddenly there's so much to recite all over.

At 12 and for two hours, the last bit of second year was put to test. This is it. This seals it.

And this is where it stops. This is when a stare, a voice, a presence reminds of something that was forgotten. Thoughts pushed away wave hello all over. Questions that demand unspeakable answers make its rounds once again. These thoughts are funny things, they tickle at that that was impossible to tickle, nudging continuously for attention, throwing temper tantrums when denied and gloating with glee when allowed for.

Between jam sandwiches and bottles of water, between sheets and drifting off, between you and You.

And there's more yet.

minx wrote at5:11 PM
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