Prying Ears

Conversations glided through Willow the same way in which paper airplanes are flown through the sky. The classroom was only partially filled due to philosophy's limited popularity, however idle chatter has yet to be deterred by this. 

Willow had never met the exchanges who danced between her peers, nor was she willing to push through the doorway, and into the discussion. Instead her fingers quiver against the doorframe, tracing the knights and Princess who's faces and dresses  had encouraged been from the wood by fairies. 

Yet willow even from a place in the dimply lit marron corridor, her could still hear the words, the giggling of a stream guided by a riverbank came to her, the way a shark making its way to wear light can no longer find it. At that moment the stream grew so that one might have gotten it confused with the sea when the winds could no longer decide in which way to flow. A splash of water rose up and waltzed easily beyond the doorway and was now visible as fell upon Willow. An odd feeling came over her as Willow watched the water form a mirror on the floor, and upon further inspection the water appeared to move in the way one images dreams would if they would form streams of their own. Curious, Willow beat down and weaved her fingers through the water.

This action awoke him, and the disruption of order beckoned him to the doorway, his fingers snagged against on Willow's shoulders, clinging to her. Before Willow could find the sense to wade back into her abyss, a ribbon of laughter eddied through the door. Willow flung her arm out, the way a child might reach for doll which had been stolen, however what was her's had  supposedly already merged with the river which must lay before her, as its dull colour made no impression against the sightlessness beyond. It took a second for Willow to realise what had happened, that her laughter had clasped onto a joke which eddied flowed too closely to the liminal space between

others continued to talk, in varying degrees of tone and pitch, before the room made way for the teachers voice to weave its way through, as conversations scurried into corners.