Rosie had fallen asleep at her desk again. Philip watched her eyes flick back and forth beneath her lids. He envied her. It had been ten days since he'd been able to get a full night's sleep. Picking up his notebook, he began to sketch.
"Mr. Prinze, eyes forward if you please," Ms. Merryweather droned. He almost hadn't heard his teacher. Everything she said sort of mushed together like the voices in the Charlie Brown cartoons.
"Wah wah wah wah wah."
With a final glance at the lovely girl slumbering next to him he focused on the lesson at hand.
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