in class i try to pay attention, but always i find myself idly drifting off, until the teacher’s endless drone fades to a pleasant murmur in the background. my gaze wanders aimlessly, but again and again it returns to you, an invisible force that holds me in its grasp and forces me to stare. stare at the defeated slump of your shoulders as you try to pay attention. stare at your fingers as they twirl the pen around and around in boring monotony, hypnotized by its movement. stare at the steady rise and fall of your body as your mind surrenders its battle to stay awake, and you drift into a peaceful slumber. and i wonder, do you dream of me?