louder now

I can see them coming, friends with worry in their eyes and concern in the question they all share: am I alright; am I okay? I give them my best smile. Yes. Everything is alright; how could it be otherwise when the scent of freshly cut grass persists stubbornly just outside the window, while someone sings brazen showtunes in the parking lot, and I can see my car nestled perfectly in that slot next to my last class? I smile again to send them on their way and then turn to stare at the window once more. What do they see? I wonder if, perhaps, there some secret in my reflection, some ghost in the glass to expose the flaw. I search desperately for something, anything to fill that hole in my understanding. What am I missing? My thoughts fade as the singing falters outside and is replaced by the sound of cursing as a dreamer is led back to class.