Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Friday, June 3, 2011

A Classroom Nap

109. When a class lasts for let's say nonstop 3-5 hours, it's safe to say that at some point student's will get quite sleepy especially if the professor isn't the lively type and drones on in a monotonous voice. Somewhere in the middle of a class such as that, breaks are given. And in one of those 30-minute breaks, we would sometimes take power naps in our seats, in a half-cuddle fashion. Actually, though it would strain our backs, it was quite relaxing to have our arms around each other as we dozed off especially since our classrooms are quite cold from the air conditioner. Just for the fun of it, a classmate took pictures of many sleeping classmates and we were one of them. She posted it on the internet and everyone laughed their heads off upon seeing them. One was drooling. Another looked like she was listening but was actually sleeping. And another looked like she was reading a book but was also asleep. Many were sleeping with their head on their desks. In our photo we looked so sweet they said. They always said that and I had to agree with them. We looked so sickeningly sweet that honey bees would drool over us if they could. What I remember from those days was your warmth and your smell that I truly enjoyed. Sometimes we held hands and I felt complete. Never until you genty curled your fingers around mine, had I felt so much love.

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