Choosing Your Own Government--Monday, Period 5, Class #10

[spacepiratevala.livejournal.com]

Vala was exhausted, and looked it. She yawned, then addressed the class from her spot behind her desk. "Hello. I know what most of you were up to this past week, and particularly this weekend, and I know how much sleep you probably didn't get. I didn't get back from London until relatively late. So, instead of teaching a class I'm not clear enough to communicate and you're not conscious enough to comprehend, I'm reinstituting what I understand is a primary school tradition."

"Everyone push their desks to the side of the room, then grab some crackers or cookies and a plastic cup of apple juice," she instructed. "Pillows, mats and blankets are by the door if you want them, and as soon as everyone's settled, I'll turn out the lights."

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a well-deserved naptime."

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Re: Naptime!

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

And that made her smile more. "When I was very little I'd go to creche, before I started at school, and we'd play with blocks or color or do games before we had to lie down for an hour."

Re: Naptime!

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He laughed, trying to picture a very tiny Evey who didn't want to stop playing with her blocks, thank you, and she didn't need a nap. "Our worlds were so different."

Re: Naptime!

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"In some ways," she agreed, opening her eyes to smile at him. "This naptime is much more welcome. Probably has something to do with not being four."

Re: Naptime!

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"And I quite like the company," Karal told her, eyes staying closed, but he squeezed her hand.