Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Puppy Dreams

After my boutique shopping experience this morning, I decided that I should probably do some reading before tomorrow’s PBL. Up until yesterday, every time my classmates referred to “Jessica Martinelli” (the current case), I thought they’d discovered a new cook book, so clearly I was way behind. Our study day is in my town tomorrow, and the last thing I want is to look silly in my own town, so it was time to do some reading.

Normally I have the study house all to myself, as my classmate here is struck by hayfever the minute he steps through the door. Today, however, two of the office girls were working there, frantically reorganising appointments and schedules. I thought, 'that’s fine, a bit of white noise should help me focus' (usually it does). So I sat out there with a Textbook and proceeded to Study.

But as so often happens, my self-diagnosed slow-onset narcolepsy began to creep up on me, and I thought I would sneak a quick nap. I am not a sneaky napper, as it turns out, because I am highly interactive with my dreams. I woke myself up twice – once because I kicked out, and the second because I dreamed of something hilarious and actually began to laugh out loud. The office girls, the height of discretion, pretended not to notice, but I thought it best to go home and finish my puppy dreams in private.

3 comments:

PTR said...

It's what you were doing when you didn't wake up that you should be worrying about.

Pink Stethoscopes said...

... oh. That is a genuinely scary thought.

Does this signal the end of my carefree days of sleeping in public?

Probably not.

puddle said...

serves you right for ending my ability to sleep at all. I have to sleep with one eye propped open for fear of terrible pouncin!