Her red pen poised over the sloppy pencil scratched essay, she could feel the energy draining from her body. She was reading, reading and then . . . she was standing on a cobblestone street with brick paved sidewalks talking to one of her most obnoxious students about his deplorable behavior in her class.
As his parents began to berate her, she felt the ground sliding out from under her and jolted herself awake. The exhausted, temporarily single mother/teacher, realized she had just fallen asleep at her desk. Her eyes perilously close to the sharp end of her pen. She shook herself awake and tried to continue grading.
Her heavy head slumped slowly down onto her waiting forearms. And she found herself asleep again.
This was my afternoon - I barely felt capable of getting home or taking care of Lil Bit. When we got home, she wasn't in the mood for a nap like usual. I was so wiped out I cried. So for tonight, that's all folks!!
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