One-Shots: 2

The sunlight came in through the blinds.  It was a tawny orange, and it illuminated the dust that hung in the air.  Someone must have recently cleaned the chalkboard.  The light came down on her eyes.  She could feel the setting sun’s heat through her closed eyelids.  It honestly would have felt nice if she had been bathing in the sunlight, and not just blinded by it.

She opened her eyes, squinting against the light.  She blinked rapidly, sitting up slowly.  As soon as the light was out of her eyes she could see again.  No one was around, the classroom was empty.  She stifled a yawn, her hand covering her mouth.

She was so tired, even after her afternoon nap.  But if she went back to bed now she would have to walk home in the dark.  Grudgingly, she stood up, stretching her arms high above her head.  She reached into her bag and brought out a sports bottle.  She popped the top and squeezed the water into her mouth.

God that felt good.

She put her bag on, and picked up her jacket.  She folded it, holding it in her arms.  She left the room and no one was there outside the classroom.  No one met her in the hallways.  No one met her when she exited the building.

Outside it was still warm, unlike how it had been cold that morning.  She sighed, closing her eyes and standing still for a moment.  It was beautifully silent out.  She stayed like that for a few moments, breathing in the fresh air.

It was time to go home.