Bored,
he stops taking notes,
and stares at the pretty girl just in front of him.
With each stroke of her pen,
the fine downy hairs on her tanned forearm quiver,
almost imperceptibly.
And there,
just below her left earlobe,
on the side of her tanned neck,
one perfect freckle.

Matthew writes and takes classes in Maine. Sometimes he gets bored and looks around.