Vision blurred into doubles and voices only distant murmurs, my mind starts to wind down and let imagination engulf the mind. I wasn't aware of the students surrounded in seats, chattering to each other about immature or incredibly complicated topics while the teacher seemed to think that students would behave.

I wasn't aware of my fingers, drumming on the table and low hums escaping my lips in a Melody. The sun though the window seeped onto my skin, burning into tiny particles until the skin turned red and chills would travel occasionally only from jealousy of the warmth my arm was getting. Although my body was witnessing everything, mentally I was not of attendance.

Eyes nearing to a close, adventures that could never be achieved in this world where occurring and I was there experiencing and living. I could be anywhere I wanted in a split second of subconscious thought. Medieval wars, modern technologies or the typical fantasy of rainbows and stars I was there always thinking, my mind churning memories and thoughts like butter.

I kept thinking, as golden wavy locks brushed against my shoulders in bumps from the braid, pale blue eyes were hidden from the world now as they were locked behind my eyelids. Indecipherable words panted out in small sleepy breaths.

Now, I was at a ball, long gowns and long luscious locks common. I? Well it didn't matter! I could've changed into whatever my thoughts could think of. Dances delicate and elegant triumphed and I would be the one in the background clapping until my hands turned crimson.

Drumming fingers, melodies soft and my high tops converse beating flimsily at the marble floor. At last somebody noticed. A girl. She had a Long messy ponytail reaching to her hips, her hair was a mix of dark and light browns and Caucasian. Dark forest green eyes scanned at me, interested and distracted easily from the lecture that everyone already had knew. Briefly her eyebrow rose in a facial expression of puzzled and "What the heck?".

I watching flowing skirts of elegant flexible people dancing, beads of sweat adorning their foreheads in concentration. But I felt eyes searing  into me, so unfortunately my daydream was cut short. Now I was  was aware of someone's studies.

I looked at the direction I felt the stares and looked at my inspector. As soon as my eyes met hers I I quirked an eyebrow up at her. She replied shrugging and making an "Meh" symbol. I did the same. I looked at the teacher once again, as she bored eyes onto me almost sensing that I looked at her.

Daydreams are better.