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.