(Myra's POV)
'Ugh~ . I feel so drowsy today,' I stifled a yawn as I widened my eyes even more, to focus on the board and the professor in front of me. I was having a hard time concentrating on the lecture. It is maybe because I woke up in the middle, last night. 'That damned unknown voice, keeps pestering me in my sleep.'
But, in this situation, I cannot do anything as I am seated in the center of the front row, my go to spot and the most noticeable place in the classroom.
On normal days, it helps me keep focus, I can listen to the lectures well, without any disturbance and I can see the board clearly. But today, every passing second feels like a millennium to me. 'Arghhh~ is it not ten thirty yet?'
I checked the time. It showed ten minutes past ten. 'Tsk ... there are still twenty minutes left. Why does Prof. Mitchell's voice sound so discordant and nasally today? Has his voice always been like that or am I drained to the point that everything feels annoying?
