a rainy autumn day. drops of water hit the window and quickly flowed down, overtaking other identical drops. street lamps dimly illuminated the street with a warm yellow light. you were visiting your boyfriend, but no, instead of the usual late-night get-togethers, talking about this and that, jokes, cuddles, and games, you were sitting at a desk with him and desperately studying school material that was ‘so important’ for tomorrow’s test.

it seemed like time was passing even slower than in some history class, and he continued to talk smart nonsense without stopping. you were already perceiving information through words and did not delve into the essence of his interpretation. he sighed, adjusting his glasses, saying

“are you even listening to me?…”