So I found myself sitting in a dark classroom
Well- it wasn’t completely dark
The glow from the black and white flick gave off
Some light

But I couldn’t write
It was too dark in the back of the room
I was somehow put in the fourth seat of a five seat row
For being short- it’s not so easy to see
I pushed my desk up
To see- you see?
I was scared

For an old fashion horror movie it sure scared me
I crossed my arms on the desk
It was like my little nest
So I could quickly stick my face down and not look
The boy to my left had his arms crossed
He was leaning back and he didn’t seem a bit disturbed
I moved my desk an inch closer to him

He was much more interesting than that movie
I liked the way the light hit his face
How it changed with each scene
I almost wanted to reach out and trace each feature
But I didn’t know a stitch about him
Still- he made me feel safe

So I moved my desk an inch closer
He looked at me
My heart skipped a few beats
But he smiled
And my heart sped up

He turned his face back to the screen
And I continued watching the light bounce off of his face
I felt like an idiot when he caught me looking at him

But he smiled again
Safe
That’s how I felt- that’s what it was
It happened to be the best film studies class so far