I am walking down a long hallway. On one side there are thousands of red, orange, and brown bricks put together by a gray substance. On the other side, there are hundreds of adolescents, some of them are confused, others are lost in their iPhones or Macbooks, and a few of them are eating sandwiches with eggs and bacon. Under my feet are green and red tiles. They aren’t shiny. They are simple and serve no purpose other than covering the ugly ground beneath it.
I can hear the cookies in my backpack bouncing up and down. It’s really annoying. Ok, I think.
She might be sitting over there, I think. I glance to my right and examine all of the adolescents who are preocupies with their iPhones, Macbooks, friends, and breakfast foods. I think I see her. Is that her? Yeah. Ok. To look or to not look?
I look. I stare, I want to make eye contact, I think.
She sees me.
Now I’m smiling. We lock eyes. She smiles back. Now it’s over. I keep walking.
I keep walking. Everything is the same. The tiles on the floor are the same and there are still lots of bricks to my left, and adolescents to my right. However, I feel much different than I did fifteen seconds ago. Instead of feeling foggy, empty, and unexcited, I feel alive and spirited. All in a matter of less than 5 seconds. Just like that. I feel as if I am floating, as if I am a cloud. Even when I try to stop smiling, I can’t. It’s impossible. This is so bizarre. My feelings of nostalgia have reached an entirely new level, it is hard to fully explain.
That’s all.
“Cool,” I think.