Fluorescent lights flicker, hum.
Watches beep, declare the time.
Pages flip and rustle like dead leaves.
People breathe, cough, sigh.
Fingers unzip, rummage, re-zip a purse.
Bright, loud clothes punctuate the room.
Air conditioners hum and blow.
Teacher drones in monotone, on and on.
Restless feet tap out syncopated rhythms.
Lips sip, slurp, swallow hot coffee.
The minute hand creeps toward twelve.
My mind splinters in a dozen directions.