I tried to shift my thoughts more left or more right but they kept settling back to the center. Girls with hawks for pets and boys with Marlboro breath swam to the surface in unison. There was no fence for them to jump.
Under the sheets, dampened with sweat and twisting around my ankles, I could see and feel the sunlight coming in from my narrow window. Waves of intermittent heat pierce the fabric and the back of my head is wet.