A month or so ago, a classmate named Tom started coming in very sleepily. We didn’t know why, but everyone agreed that he needed more sleep.

Well, one day, he was so awake and so happy that we knew something was wrong. He was making wise-cracks and even dancing to the YMCA! Finally, the teacher asked him what he was up to.

And he replied, “I had a Coke.”

And everyone said, “A COKE?” Then the teacher gave a speech about how you shouldn’t rely on caffeine or sugar to stay awake.

So Tom continued being sleepy.

A few days ago, however, we were being extra quiet, and Tom was reading on the couch the teacher had set up.

After thirty minutes, however, we were preparing to go to the computer lab for a lesson. As the teacher was explaining, someone raised her hand.

“Yes?” the teacher asked.

“Tom just fell asleep.”

And it was at that moment that everyone in the whole class turned and looked at the couch.

And there Tom was: laying on the couch, curled up. He had a pillow on top of him as a blanket, and on his face was the most cutest face we had ever seen on him.

So we decided to wake him up, of course. On the count of three, we all poked him. I just stood and watched, but everyone poked him and his eyes shot open so fast that we all laughed.

“What was that?” he kept on saying.

And then that afternoon in Social Studies class, he fell asleep again on the floor.

Poor, poor Tom. Poor, poor, sleepy Tom.