Curtains drift out lazily as a summer breeze blows into the room through an open window.
A boy sits in his chair. He hears the sound of children playing. Slowly, he turns the page of his book using a pencil positioned in his mouth. Outside, in this August afternoon, touchdowns are made to win championships with scores written in dust. In the closed-in room of medicine smell where there never seems to be enough light, the boy struggles to keep his pencil from falling.