Phantasm

The library on campus is delicate today. I have stolen away to the Garver room in hopes of wireless internet access and a break from my peers. The room's wood paneling is tall and lovely and there's just enough sunlight filtering in through the windows. Everything is quiet with exception of sporadic chair squeaks, clumsy page turns, and the occasional tic-tac of my keyboard. It's nice, but every now and again I feel a warm breeze, like someone's breath, blow past my neck and glide over my typing hands. Anyone there?