She reads mewithout a word.A glance,a silence,the small shifts I make.I am known to hereven when I am still,an oft read,dog eared pagein a book.She reads mewithout a word. 

No stress.Stressed out nonetheless. Avoid eye contact. Give my mind a rest. Feeling blessed. Blood rushing through my veins. Do I excel or fail this test. Problematic maths keep matters compressed. Feeling less. Less than I thought I’d feel...