yellow ribbon, oversized glasses, bent over a page in concentration. now the ribbon naps on the table, letting caramel cascade fall free. pencil at her fingertips, tip resting on her lips. Though my eyes tire on my own paper, her gaze weighs heavy on my soul. abrupt. we're up! and so is our time together for the day. forbidden, we know. but not even her lingering scent bids me goodbye or 'see you later'. perhaps in my slumber will she pass me a wink once more, or sneak me a smile.