and all I can do is smile
I turn to the left and into the room. In there I get greeted by around 20 pairs of eyes, carefully watching me. Perhaps they imagine I can't see how they follow my every move, perhaps they think they're unnoticed because of the large about of pairs of eyes. And yeah, they sure blend in because everyone is watching me.
As I sit down the eyes wander off to other objects to look at. The black spot on the table maybe, shaped like a christmas tree maybe. Or perhaps a unicorn. To me it remains a black spot shaped like a banana.
The clock is right in front of me, I'm casting an eye on it every minute or two. Simply watching it to take my eyes from the banana shaped spot. At least it's moving and I don't look as I'm sleeping from the other's point of view. Maybe I should stretch my arms, yawn, move slightly to get rid of the ants I can feel all over my body. Nah..that would catch everyone's attention. I wouldn't want to interrupt their intense staring at the black spot which is now shaped like an elephant. Who knows, we might have time to change it into a Dr Pepper bottle.
People enter the room, getting stared at. Sitting down and blend in. Imagine things, welcome the new people by staring at them. It's been 20 minutes since I went through that procedure and I blend in excellent. As a raindrop from a blue sky, the gray haired man came.
With glasses on his nose, bending his head slightly down and looking above the glasses, he began to talk. "This is the class for History. My name is..." with a tone so intense and so full of life which could make a story about choosing the right color of the eye shadow to become the best story you've ever heard! No..not really. He would probably kill the laughing part where the tomato get smashed on the street and become ketchup by letting the tomato walk all the way to the other side of the street.
One minute went..two minutes..four minutes. Eventually whole five minutes! I'm looking at him, looking at the clock, to the black spot which by the way has turned into a lollipop now. Perhaps I'm getting hungry? I once again watch the gray haired man carefully, inspect every inch of his face while listening to his close to one-tone-voice. While doing this I can't stop thinking about the whole scenario, about the extreme silence and pairs of eyes. How the gray haired man is talking about things perhaps only a few register. And all I can do is smile.
