The morning after the study-room encounter, Dorian stood at the front of the lecture hall trying to keep his eyes off Iris. She sat two rows back, legs crossed, skirt riding high, pretending to take notes. He kept trying to peel his eyes away from Iris, but removing Iris from his view didn’t remove the visions from last night that would come rushing into his mind. When class ended, he kept her behind under the pretext of...

Professor Dream… that was what the students called him between themselves because he was never quite there. At random points during lectures, his eyes would glaze, and he would just go silent, as if he’d just remembered something so significant that nothing else mattered. He would go somewhere outside of the classroom… a place which would consume him for those moments, for those few seconds. During these episodes, the roo...