Jan 10, 2007 02:45
Yawn.
Scratch.
Stretch.
Damn those smarmy muffins...
Sniff.
Exhale.
Scratch somewhere else.
Maybe if they were blueberry they wouldn't be so full of themselves...
If it wasn't for the large, fortress-like wall of books around the 7th year, one might have realized his lack of consciousness. Riley O'Dannihugh was fast asleep and he was damn well entitled to a nap. He'd been studying so hard these last few months that it was almost like he wasn't even around. The poor Head Boy needed a break.
Stretching his arm out again, Riley's hand gentle graced the bottom of one of the towers of books right before he tucked it back under his head. The stack wobbled-- first to the left, then to the right... and then-
CRASH! To the floor.
Blink.
Blink.
Yawn.
Back to sleep.