dreamlike

The fans whir in the small dorm room and they still can't cool things down. The windows are closed but yet the warm air seeps its way in defeating the high speed air that comes from the plastic blades. The boy tells stories about catching bullfrogs when he was younger and that its turning into a story that will be published for children...muddy feet and turtles hiding in feet impressed holes in the dirt. Again he whispers moments of Elvis songs, "suspicious minds, suspicious minds" he says. Glassy eyes gleam, another cigarette lit.