Take a walk on the fourth floor of science block

I forgot where my destination was that day, but it took me to the quiet fourth story of science block. Perhaps the air here was swifter, or the shade here was shyer, but the faded brown curtains that were all drawn streamed out from the windows of the classrooms on this floor. They seem to have been drawn for awhile, almost in an unspoken pact to protect a secret residing in the classrooms: those walking the path along science block will be excluded from the magic concealed under the fluttering brown drapes. They breathed in and out, ballooning like the way our chest rises with steady breathing of deep slumber, then, sinking back into the dusty window panes streaked with rainwater stains. 
There was a moment I didn’t feel like I was in a rush to complete what I had to do. I slowed and enjoyed the lazy afternoon. Curtains rising, then sinking, chest rising, then falling. Almost see the fluttering lashes of the sleeping girl with a small habitual frown between her brows. 

Then again, I laughed to myself, this is a girls school after all. They probably had their curtains drawn out of laziness to cover the toilet distance to change in and out of our pillowcases.