I come
home from class, slouching under the weight of my backpack, and waddle into my
room. The light blinds me for a moment as I enter, and then, as I slide off the
bulk from my back, I pause and stare at my stripped and open bed.
It’s simply sitting there, calmly, as if it
was truly as innocent as its quiet state implies. But I know better. It’s been
waiting for me, and now that I’ve arrived, it’s pulling no punches. It wants
me, and I want it. There’s no hiding the truth; we can both feel the pull.
I try
to turn away from the three layers of blankets piled atop another, each lush
and warm and soft, but the curves of the pillows and the eager stillness of the
askew bedding already have me salivating. Carefully, I take a hard swallow, and
allow myself a long look down at its sheets. It doesn’t say a word, but I can
feel it calling for me. I can’t, I mustn’t, but still I hesitantly reach out
and stroke my open hand down the microfibers of its pink blanket.
A
sudden ache fills my bones, and my joints creak and cry until I moving towards
my bed, helpless to its siren’s call. I give in. I lay on it, wrap myself in
it, and we are together once more in sinful bliss.
A gasp
jolts through my body. I wrench upwards, and suddenly, I’m fully upright in the
middle of class.
No one
glances my way; they’ve gotten used to this wired behavior. Slowly, I wipe the
corner of my mouth free from a light coating of drool and squint hard at the
white board at the front of the class. It’s littered with conjunctions,
semicolons, and sentence examples. No beds, blankets, or pillows.
It’s
study time.
It’s
always study time.
I use
my pencil to prop my head up and try not to let my brain melt out my ear.
Somebody
help me.
***Say yes to sleep, guys. It’s a beautiful thing. But
utilize your nights for that sole purpose, and say nay to sleeping in class. It’s rude. And if you were a teacher, you
would put shaving cream on you if you were sleeping too.
I am a future crazy English teacher (with shaving cream and
onions at the ready) and despite being a hypocrite, I approve this
message.
