Finals in June with no air conditioning, and the girl at the desk next to mine is extremely distracting.

All I can see is her breast.

The room is hot.

The sleeves of her shirt are pushed up past her elbows.

The test is long and complicated.

She's a big girl, tall, big-boned, but not an ounce of fat, stunningly blond, and her breasts are well, small.

I'm supposed to be analyzing a written description of a geological formation for clues about its origins.

Yet somehow her breasts are all I can really see of her.

I cannot concentrate on the paper or make sense of the questions.

Maybe it's the tanktop, the barely there tanktop that does nothing to hide her nipples. If anything it emphasizes them.

Sweat drips off me onto the page, makes the blurring worse.

She is golden like her hair, the tank top is pure white, and very thin, her nipples are a hard dark brown.

I know that millions of years ago rocks from outer space pounded into the earth, turning the existing layers on end, flooding the land with water from the oceans, leaving new mineral deposits, and destabilizing fault lines.

The buttons of her shirt are undone, and the shirt hangs loose, her tiny tank-topped breasts just peeking past the crisp straight line of the button platen.

It's the details I can't remember.