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“Dinah? The appearance of working is not actually working.”
I jumped in my seat, twisting my head up to see my professor looming over me. “Mr. Cogsworth! I-I am…”
“Spacing out,” he finished for me. “I know the look all too well. I see it many times a day.”
I lowered my head, feeling a twang of guilt. “I’m sorry.”
“Dinah, you are by far one of my best students. Your work ethic is impeccable. It’s okay to give yourself a break every once in a while.” A soft smile peeked out from his French Fork beard. “Sometimes a break from the madness is good. Your mind needs to let go.”
My gaze snapped to him, his phrase ringing something in my head. It felt so far away and distant, like a scream from inside a coffin.
“Did you forget what we discussed before?” He tucked his beefy hands into his waistcoat.
“Discussed?”
“Don’t think in such a straight line. It is not merely one plane on which certainty lives. What you perceive may not be, but what you don’t see may be the only reality that is true.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Struggling to breathe, his statement fell on my chest, feeling heavy. It sounded like nonsense, but I couldn’t brush away the sick feeling in my stomach. “Not everything is what it seems, my dear. As I said before, sometimes it’s worth risking everything for something you can’t see but can feel.” He bent closer. “Look closer, Dinah, and find the cracks in the seams. The puzzle pieces that don’t fit.” With a wink, he turned and ambled away, conversing with the next student.
What the hell?
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