THE BEST WAY TO WAKE ME UP
Please don’t ask me to go anywhere within 5 minutes of waking. Because the only place I want to go then is back to my sleep. I might be rude, I might lie, I might punch you in the face and I wouldn’t even remember it. Id think I dreamed it. Please don’t ask me to go to the mall (I hate malls anyway), or eat out (hi mom) or go out of town or go on a field trip or wrestle with a prehistoric dinosaur because always, always, my dream is more interesting. Please don’t talk to me in my sleep, Id mix you up with villains and late bunnies that I’m chasing. You’d ruin my dream. And I will wake up crabby, trying to bite off your throat. Please don’t talk to me within five minutes of waking. I have to gather my wits about me and convince my lazy ass that I still have to cram the paper that I should have crammed the night before. Because good students cram the night before and the downright lunatic ones think they can do it within 20 minutes of passing time. And I have to remind myself that I have to do it within 30, because I am not that much of a lunatic yet.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
