The Box(4)

OUTSIDE-INSIDE
I can’t see what thing exactly inside that box that Babazuka is holding. But it is glowing weak white-yellow light. Babazuka stares at the box, giggle from time to time. I wonder doesn’t he have an essay due tonight? Why isn’t he in any rush? I am so curious about what inside that box.
The sunshine just flash to the right an inch, like the secondhand of an analog clock, the secondhand that moves second to second, but there is no continuity between this second and last second, it just skips through. Babazuka takes a deep breath, glance his watch, and sink back into the box again.