one last bubble

I penciled in the scantron bubble slowly, with a practised circling motion. It dawned on me that it would be the last one I ever filled here.

Something unlocked.
There was a silence.
I closed my eyes to pray.

I walked out of class for the last time. Rain fell on me, has it been raining all day? There were colors, grays, reds, green. How far have I run? For how long have I seen white? Everything looks the same, but I can look at it.

Peace and patience; this is where I've run to.