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Class Naps

The Semi-Conscious Realization One Is Falling Asleep

By Kathryn BrownPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Down down - gasp

The fall is long, falling slow.

The darkness creeps like dusk, like shadows

lengthening slow, slow - exhale

Dark lines blurring, vertical

like trees or people, creeping.

Falling down the deepest pit, a droning

voices murmur murmur murmur

humming in the mind - snap.

Laughter. A crack - the desk hits my forehead.

CRACK

My pen, my binder falling, hitting the floor.

A complete disaster - the shadows lighten, revealing

a teacher - professor

frowning, scowling, angry?

Yes. Irritated - yelling!

I fell asleep again. Sprawling, crashing

interrupting class. It ends - the shadow turns back

to lecture lecture lecture, shadows form

the dusk returns.

A sweet return, the sleep the sleep.

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Kathryn Brown

Find more at www.heykanb.com :) thanks in advance for the visit!

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