Slowly drifting equations and graphs covered the chalkboard, merging and separating, shifting color and size. Carl had scribbled 'Perfection' at the top. It did not drift.
"What if yesterday was your last perfect day? How would you know? Is it even possible to know?"
The clock radio woke me, and the announcer was saying, "...our top story, the Centers for Disease Control released a report conclusively proving that chocolate causes cancer..."