I find myself in so many different places when I'm in classes. My mind can't stay seated through the whole lesson.
I'm off in Elizabethian times, dancing the ballroom floors, trying to respectively curtsey to every one of my partners.
Then I'm in ancient Egypt, with sweat drenched skin, pulling impossible tons of rock; we're all working towards one goal.
My travels take me to the tundras, where I am with my tribal family. We brace the cold because it's our home.

The last place I want to be is stuck where I can't think.