She fluttered in her seat, an involuntary shudder that began in her abdomen begging to swallow her whole. Fear perspired under every shirt as they sat in rows of HB pencils pondering whether their names were spelled correctly in the perfectly squared boxes alongside impossibly detailed instructions. Between the desks you could catch the rhythmic vibration of jittering legs running like a tide across the room. It swung around like a boat's bow to ripple back through the room. She caught the wave and jittered in reply, her mind flipping letters like pancakes turning words into rubble while she chartered a way to an answer. Three times over she read, and twice more. The words stuck like glue, a gallery to be admired out of context with perplexing titles and abstract descriptions. "Here we see the number 5 placed atop an elephant's adams apple preparing to dive….
Today was a big family day after an interrupted night of sleep so got it done very late. Actually super happy with the result though. Maybe this is my golden hour?!