It's a Tuesday morning.
Everyone's still half asleep from Monday's work.
Groggily putting the books away after everyone finishes.
Even her.

Then I awaken, realizing she's waiting for me.

My mouth starts having a seizure and suddenly I'm overthinking everything.
Is my voice too low?
Can she understand me?

Thank God it's alright as I walk up the stairs, chatting.
Not flirtatiously, but casually.

Then watching her leave, earlier than I expected to.
If only stairs were longer.