I hope I'm not the only post!
its short, but....here's what i came up with:
Next to me, in front of me, behind me student sit slouching in the lecture hall. Everyone is engaged elsewhere, daydreaming.
I sit in the same room, emotionally separate: my dreams this day bend bellyward into your secret nest. I am next to you, in front of you, behind above below you. Yet still you are physically separate, a tiny seedling rooted in my fertile ground.
The professor’s voice is lost in the space between he and I when I feel that first fluttering. Gently, almost imperceptibly, you brush against your placentian home, tickling my insides.
Pencils scratch, voices drone, papers rustle, but joy has exploded within my brain and I hear no sounds. I’ve been believing in you based on faith, and I experience this physical confirmation of your existence like a spiritual miracle. My silent smile spreads to my toes; you must be able to feel it.