Daydream

I wrote something again.


Sitting in her usual spot - second row, next to the window - and she was taking notes of her teacher's view of Phaedra. He was gesticulating as he described the importance of the tale of the minotaur, but she was having a hard time following the movements of his hands or his words today.

She glanced out thew window at the storm. Everything was moving with the power of the wind, and the trees were shaken to thier core. Only a few people were out, clinging to thier useless umbrellas as they rushed by. She could feel the wetness of the rain running through her hair and the chill of the wind ripping into her jacket.

Now she was running through the storm, lauging, ignoring all of the responsibilites behind her. She dodged between two trees and ran straight into a deep puddle. Lauging and still running, she felt her shoes become waterlogged and felt the top of the water skim her ankles under her jeans. She was soaked through and utterly happy.

Lightning flashed to her left, and its thunder rolled over her head mere moments later. Her heart shivered, but nothing could shake her estatic joy in this moment. Finally, she stopped under a massive tree, wide enough for her to hide behind, and so full of leaves it slowed the rain. She looked out at the gray-black sky, still smiling like a fool, and sat down in the sodden grass.

She turned her head and focused back on the lecture she was supposed to be learning. She wrote down the point the teacher had just made, and realized that she had barely missed a beat.


-Kat