A constant scratching.
"Tink" of metal against wood.
A droning hum.
"Crinkle" of abundant papers.
My head throbs,
My eyes ache.
Consciously unclenching my hand.
Forcing myself to not think.
Still breathing heavily,
Face flushed as ever.
Fidgeting nervously,
Counting the minutes.
I don't understand -
I shouldn't be so anxious.
Sit up straight, stretch.
Wish I could walk around.
What's wrong with me?
The test is over! |