School by Jayla M Oswald

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin; bright rosy cheeks and wide green eyes stared back at me. I could feel the words she sang in her head through the air. I could feel her hands twist into mine, and though my face felt as hot and red as hers, I wasn’t nervous, I wasn’t scared. I felt safe in her aura. I was happy with her, and even now that she’s gone, gone forever, I can still feel her soft lips on mine and her hand on my face. I can feel her smile and her next to me, and I wasn’t the least bit nervous. I felt safe, safe with her, safe with the thought of her.