Here's a poem...

One Hour Science Nap

 

 

Three o'clock in the afternoon. Can’t believe I survived another day of hell. School. The couch waits like a hug from Grandma. The shades are drawn. Shoes off. Wristwatch off. Phone off. Maybe pants. Optional. Dependent on exhaustion level versus concern over thinking. Trying to put my mind at ease. Body sinks into cushions. Mister Head, meet Mister Pillow. Mister Pillow, meet Mister Head. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three... oblivion. R.E.M sleep engage. Tom Lehrer and Frank Sinatra brain bubbles. Fifty-five minutes later, consciousness. Reorientation. Where am I? Who am I? Check time. Five minutes before annoying assistant, who has to be wondering why he bothered to go to college, knocks on the door. Sleep more? No. Better to lie here and worry. Five minutes not enough. Then the firm rap on the door. "Okay," I call out. Dress. Lights. Open door. Bothersome best friend arrives. Share couch that I fondly remember sleeping upon. Reminiscing. Explosive assistant who also can't quite believe he’s going to college for this nonsense. "Let’s do it," I say as we prepare for another near death experience. Look at each other with procrastinating eyes. Eat together while mindlessly switching TV channel between Comedy Central, TBS and Cartoon Network. Rested, recharged and thoroughly depressed. Ride rip stick to field. Make explosions.