As he lay down on the linoleum floor, he looked up at the ceiling, pockmarked with little dark flecks. Without turning his head he could still see the top edge of the window, a brilliant slice of blue sky cut off by a sheet of off-white blinds. They rustled in the air-conditioner breeze, rasping against each other in a swell of papery noise. It was late evening but he had not turned on the lights. He disliked the sterile glow of fluorescent bulbs; they made him think of hospitals. This classroom smelled much like a hospital, even, pungent with the scent of cleaners and fresh paint.