Yawn. Yaaawn.
Sun. Winter sun, so it's never quite warm enough.
Sidney, something, something.
Hm, hm.
It'll happen.
Turn over, stretttch the blanket.
Eyelids sinking.
Smile lazily in the warm, rub tummy.
Flick fly.
Sonnet, something, something.
What if, just now... And then,... and then.
Wake up an hour later, mildly head-aching from the sun, dawdle off to drink coffee.

No wonder the exam went like that.