Memories from Boarding School Days: Valentine

Just another memory. Perhaps it presupposes matter (i.e. physicality, tangibility, intelligence etc) as a dimension of the "miraculous" or...Valentine? Just reminiscing

Miss Stevens must have come down from heaven; she was about the most beautiful girl my weak junior eyes ever met, on Senior Secondary School III block. It was valentine and a senior in green house, Secondary School III had ordered me to deliver a gift when I stumbled upon a cynosure; striking, genuine, real. The material quality was also impressive; made of more, nubile. Unattracted by a conscious presence, the judgment of the moment was approximate, also because my head was neither severed by lights and colours nor suspended in a TV mood. The best gift to deliver on behalf of a lover or an admirer in boarding house was a packaged s**t. It was done often and I wouldn’t know if I carried one to her on a February fourteen that would not have minded a cake in the commonest of flavour.