Breathe....

The silent chaos is deafening. Stress is bubbling over the edge like Bad Jelly the Witch's evil potion. Focus is impossible. Out of the question. The library is like a dungdeon of torment. Stacked books hiding bowed heads. Walking into the Loft is like stabbing yourself with a knife. But as I walk out, the sun starts to shine and my heart starts to beat. I hadn't even noticed that it had stopped. I guess that's what studying does to you. Removes you from reality. Grabs you from behind until you can no longer see the way out. But as the looming box approaches I feel my feet pick up speed. My knees bend in a rhythm that appears as skipping. As my wad of paper flops into the box my life regains colour like that Reese Witherspoon movie on E. The black and white which once dominated my vision is gone. Where? Who knows. But I can bet on it being back. Not long away too. My next essay is due in a week.