>>21610221 I woke, panting. The morning sun barely crept through my windows as I got up, going through my routine as little thoughts of Marina popped into my head. Brushing my teeth, her smile. Showering, my imaginings of her little body. Breakfast I cooked that I desired to share with her, eager to see her enjoy my cooking again. This obsession carried itself in my mind until I made my way to my classroom, shivering from the autumnal cold still. I eagerly sipped from the thermos of coffee I'd brought. I nearly spat it out as I remembered my promise. Hastening to the library before I had to punch in, I spoke with the librarian about ordering the book. "A Braille edition, specifically. " That woke her up. "Why? " she asked with the kind of suspicion only a middle aged woman just starting her day could muster as she glared at me. "A student - " "The little blind girl, yes." She said, curtly. "Requested that I ask after it. I'm assuming it won't be a problem, Matilde. " the woman squinted her eyes at me, trying to read some intent in my face. I simply smiled warmly at her, and she relaxed her posture. "Alright. Tell little miss Datillo she'll have to wait a couple weeks, but we can definetley get it. " "Thank you, Matilde. You're always so kind. " I said sincerely, and she waved me off dismissively. I smiled to myself as I made my way to the music room, sitting back at my desk and taking a relaxing swig from the themos I'd left in my hurry. My classroom was rather large, as most band rooms are. My job was more general music education, but I always enjoyed playing the piano for the children as part of my lessons. Little Marina always got the most out of this, and I imagined the little smile on her face as I graded tests I'd given out yesterday. Thumbing through them, I was suprised to see that most of my students had passed with at the very least a C. Marina in particular had gotten each and every single answer correct, and I smiled with each check I made.
