Reality?

Sigh.

#37.    4x -2 > 8x +10

Whatever. Does anyone actually care? No. Of course not.

I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to coax my brain to the right conclusion about number thirty-seven.

There. I think that's right.

  Looking up, I suddenly felt dizzy. A strange uneasiness filled me, and I scanned the room hoping for a clue as to what triggered it.

Mrs. Gray was still writing on the board, Matt and Ella were still working quietly on either side of me, Clair Mona was still popping her gum, and the clock was still moving slower than a snail.

But something was wrong. This wasn't real. Or was it? I'd felt this feeling before, that other-worldly panic that this universe is all in my mind and I might suddenly wake up from a coma in a different dimension with new parents and siblings and a different name and personality.

I swallowed my fears as best I could. After all, everything was still normal wasn't it? Diving into number thirty-eight with new vigor, I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept returning to the feeling of unrest in the air.

Is my life really real?