Daydreaming In Class

You will need a terrific setting. The suck up kids are nodding. Make sure that your character is interesting. She says this in a monotone voice. The only voice she has. The one that puts me to sleep. I languish back, whispering with my tree. A willow with flowing hair, and a sweet nod. Her bluebirds call my name, inviting me to dance. A teacher’s droning is in the background, but I can ignore her. She is easy to ignore. Here is a template you’ll need. Two teacher’s pets immediately say they will pass them out. The teacher calls another one’s name. A reluctant student who is probably in the land of giants Slaying dragons. I smile. It’s not me this time. Cardinals and robins flit over, hunting for food. There is a brush against my arm. It’s the template. But I pretend it is the willow tree, loving me. My eyes begin to close, a nap in the works. I enjoy my soft day with her gentle quick ways. I am in the zone, asleep under the willow. It is a warm day. The sun is gentle. “Will need a partner,” teacher says, bringing me back to my 5th grade desk. I choose Jameson, I say, noting his horrified look. He knows I did not hear almost any of the instructions. They all know I am usually more than half asleep in most of my classes. Someone giggles. The teacher must have given her a sharp look. The giggle stops in mid giggle. Jameson is terrified that I will not know what to do, but I do. Taking the paper out of his hand, I offer to do the writing. I ask for his ideas. He has none. So I begin with a flourish!