farts

Nothing can compare to the sleep i can get in my 4th period English class. Yes, it smells like absolute shit in there and i gag every breath i take; but the sleep, god, the sleep. I remember laying my head down on the hard wooden desk and covering my face with my jacket to hide myself from others. The dreams i have are wonders, something in the florescent lighting makes everything worth while, i dream of home, my bed, food, any thing that makes me happy. but then the screeching voice of the teacher comes by