The sunlight was hitting hard on the window's crystal, it's reflection clear on his light-blue eyes.
Allen was peeking out of the window, his attention caught by a couple of birds flying up in the sky. His mind felt numb, almost like if he was on anesthesia. He shifted his weight on her elbow, resting on one o the chemistry tables.
One of his hands, previously on his knee, moved and landed on the paper form in front of him.
He looked down and tried to read its content, but the words were all scattered in the white pieces of paper. Allen flipped the sheets in front of him and closed his eyes, feeling his thought's murmuring continuously in the back of his head. Again, his mind would not stay quiet.
A tap on his shoulder made all the thoughts shut up immediately.
