"Stop" , flips page.

"Stop what" you rest your arms on my desk and lay on them still I feel your eyes

"Stop staring at me" conscious of the eyes I feel

"Why" you sit up

"Because it feels like you see me and all I am." The book shuts

"Is that a bad thing?" Your presence a constant

"Is it."  I shift with the weight of your knee against mine

"It's not" a smile, contagious and soothing

'Okay', "okay"  the warmth of a human body, the sun rays on us, a page flips.