Intimacy
Although the class is probably the most interesting one I took so far in terms of theory, and regardless of all the Nescafe gulped beforehand, I always manage to doze off. I just can’t help it. The room is so small, probably measuring around 2m by 4m, with black curtains surrounding it from all directions. The buzz of the projector and the laptop give off a very sleepy sound, and I just sit there surrounded by the rest of the students as we sit packed on cafeteria tables and cushioned chairs. The tiny room is overheated so my jacket would be piled up on the table in front of me like a big pillow that I just lean my head on, and then wake up 20 minutes later, with Noor and Sultan laughing at me, completely oblivious to what is happening.
