“Brooke…!” Sam’s eyes flew open. She found herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She was covered with beads of sweat and panting for breath. The remnants of the dream lingers.

            “Oh, god…”

            “Sam! Get up! Or you’ll be late for school!”

            Sam had barely made her way into the kitchen when Brooke came out of the kitchen and ran smack into her.

            “Oh, sorry…” She mumbled and without even glancing, she continued to the door and disappeared. A few seconds after that, a car could be heard roaring away.

            “Morning…”

            “Oh, good morning honey…” Jane greeted her daughter giddily. “You got up late today… Did you stay up late writing for an article…? Did you sleep well?”

            What the ***** is she so happy about? Oh, god! Don’t tell me she heard me? *****…*****…Thousands of thought began to cramp into Sam’s head. But then, she spotted Mike grinning… Like a clam… And goose bumps spread right up her neck… Jeez…these two are at it like rabbits!

            “Did you have a pleasant dream?” her mother was saying.

            “Uuhh… Yeah…” Sam managed to mumble. If you knew what I was dreaming about and with whom, it’ll give you a heart attack!

            “I think I better get to school…”

            “What? You haven’t had your breakfast yet…” Jane said.

            Seeing Mike’s sated grin had basically ruined my appetite for the rest of the week… Sam was tempted to say but she just shook her head. “It’s okay mom… I’ll grab something on the way… I’m already late…Bye…” And with that she was off like a shot.

            “McLeod!”

            Dean’s head snapped up. “Yes Ma’am? Sir?” she asked as Glass stood hands akimbo at the front of the class.

            “If you can tear your attention from Miss Julian’s butt for a moment…”

            All heads snapped back to Dean’s table at the back of the class, including Nicole who turned into a series of interesting shades of red.

            “Perhaps you could explain to the class the mechanics of how the eyes works?” Glass was saying.

            Dean smiled completely unperturbed. “Well…” she started. “Rays of light pass through the transparent cornea at the front of the eye. The lens then focuses them onto the retina – that’s the region packed with light sensitive cells called rods and cones. A chemical change triggers the cells to send impulses through the optic nerve to the brain. The entire process takes about… uh… I dunno… Two thousandth of a second…”