Wearing My Student's Clothes

I don't know why I did it. One day after class, I found one of my student's jackets in the back corner of my classroom. It had her scent all over it. I slipped it on and suddenly felt so small, like a kid again. I shouldn't have but I held onto it for hours, letting myself feel young, carefree even. When I finally gave it back to her weeks later, she looked at me strangely. She didn't know what I'd been hiding from her all that time.