So there I was, sitting in class, bored as always...

The only color in the room aside from the white walls and ceiling was the carpet—speckled browns and yellows, like the soft sand at the Lake. The lecture my teacher was rambling off for the fifty-second time turned into constant rolling of air, pushing the clear teal of the water into my feet. The one-size-fits-all desk become a red and white beach towel where I lay as the florescent lights above my head sent their simmering rays of golden sunlight into my hair, warming it around my face. Yes, the class was boring but my mind is not.