Kyhaar

Sleep. I am in the library of my highschool, waiting with my partner for people to carry down boxes that contain brain cells. Once they arrive, they put the boxes down on the counter and the library technician asks if people need brain cells. So I say that I do. She gives me a pair of tweezers and tries to get me to hold onto this white blob shaped like larva. It is almost too slippery to be held by the tweezers, and I don't want to pinch it too hard. Wake.