Uncensored thoughts
When I write “I’m” in “I’m bored”, I feel the pair of round,
buggy eyes boring into me. They belong to the stalactite. When I write “bored”
his eyes are trying to read what I’m writing, upside down.
I look at him trying to convey the message ‘Why the f**k are
you trying to read what I’m writing?’ as effectively as possible with my eyes
and facial expression. It works to some extent. He looks down at his question
paper. The stalactite that was dangling from his right nostril swings crazily
before it is sucked back into the dark cavern of his nose.
I start again.
