Body Scan

Sweaty palms, nervously rubbed together in an unconscious manner,
Twitching head, glancing around the surroundings like a Meercat scanning for danger,
Fingers move through strands of hair, pulling, separating, combing,
Legs cross and shake without permission of the brain.

Chair is rocked from side to side, creaking and groaning under the constant effort,
Skin is scratched before the itch can form,
Fringe flicked away from the line of sight,
Glasses pushed further up the nose.

Lips licked as they dry out in the heat of the room,
Eyes blink rapidly behind their shield of glass,
Nose is rubbed and sniffed as springtime pollen infiltrates the air,
Fingers tap in a jittery, jerking motion against the keys.