...the Rest of Forever

It's already 4th hour. A window is cracked and cool Spring air is seeping in, barely phasing me. I'm intently working on the homework from last class. It's so nice out, I'd rather go outside when I get home than be stuck inside memorizing the way Australia modernized in the late 1800's. Although I'm trying to concentrate, my mind is wandering freely. I thought I had this figured out. I thought I was fully focused, but I guess not. As if my brain is working against me, I can't put myself in the right frame of mind for any specific situation. I notice a light breeze caressing my face. I snap back to the reality I have work to do. I just wish I had the drive to actually do it. Recently, I noticed, I'm unable to focus as much as before. I always thought this worked in reverse; you start getting more responsibility and so you concentrate harder. Maybe I was putting too much pressure on myself as well. I noticed the teacher was unusually quiet. Soft music played from her computer speakers that sat atop her desk where she was sitting. Absent-mindedly gazing out the window she seemed to be somewhere else. Maybe it was just the weather. Or maybe it was the way the stars were aligned. Who knew. A rather abrupt gust of wind filled the room scattering papers, once again reminding me me of the report I had to complete. I picked up a pencil and began to concentrate. As if a miracle, I finished within minutes. I spent the remaining time daydreaming about spending the rest of forever floating along with the wind, dancing in the air.