Five Minutes of Indulgence
Sleep. That's been on my mind since I woke up early this morning. I should be paying attention to Iruka-sensei's words, but as I continue to listen, the farther away his voice drifts off. My eyelids weigh a ton (even though I say that almost all the time...) and they weigh more and more as the clock ticks away each second.
My head subconsciencely begins to sink down on my desk. I fold my arms under my head to use them as a makeshift pillow. Not as comfy as my pillow on my bed, but I won't notice when I'm asleep. That's the magic of sleep; all your illness, all your problems, they temporarly drift away from you as you do too.
I felt someone nudge my shoulder. "Shikamaru." the voice said. I knew that voice.
I turned my tired dark eyes to my right. I see none other than Chouji, casually devouring his bag of potato chips. "If you don't wake up, Iruka-sensei is going to make you clean the boy's bathroom".
I shot my head up from it's "pillow" a little too quickly. My vision blurred for a second. I tried to look like I was paying attention, despite my eyelids being dominated by gravity. I tried not to give in, but it was hopeless. I rested my head on arms once again.
"Just give me five minutes, 'k Chouji?" I , I sounded horrendous....
He hesistated, but then he nodded. He turned his head back to the front of the class and left me alone. Just five minutes away from this troublesome world. Why doesn life have to be such a drag...? ...Oh well....My eyelids finally submitted to gravity and to my sleep deprived body. It was already a huge relief. I felt my mind and body drift off. I don't care if I have toclean the bathroom if I'm caught. Just five minutes...
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I wonder if clouds make comfy pillows...
~THE END