Sleeping beauty

'yawning'-an unconditioned reflex through which the mind replenishes its lack of oxygen.this is a small narrative about a small incident which occured in a small surgery class of mine.
Our classes officially begin at 8 30 am but by the time it actually begins,our minds are filled with cobwebs of boredom. Interestingly,this surgery class was so boring even for the book worms to keep their eyelids open. Yawns Communicated from one end to another. The message was simple-'I want to sleep.' by the time these reached me, I had sent hundreds myself in all directions. My hands were shaking, the writings metamorphosed from being legible to merely scribbling. Mountains, hills, modern art was taking birth. I was shifting from reality to virtuality,a rift which was traversed smoothly like cutting butter.
The professor was catching hold of students in the first row while the rest of the rows including mine were involved in activities far more interesting than learning. As i found myself drowning in the sea of slumber, i wanted to check on my neighbours about their welfare. If i am going, i have to make sure others are in too. The girl who was sitting in front was so much engrossed in the subject that she hadn moved a muscle in the past hour. Though i would have liked to inspect her face personally,it would have been awkward to do so. The one who was sitting left was trying to find a comfortable position to rest her neck. The boy on the right was constantly shaking his head as if trying to shake away the spirit of somnolence. Suddenly the eyes met,glances were exchanged-yes, the sir caught my half dozed, watery, reddish eyes. With his baritone , he ordered me to get up and join him in the front. Like an obedient pet, i gathered my mortified self , stood up and started to move with my belongngs. Suddenly he shouted, 'not you but thou, sleeping beauty in front' the poor lass who had already undergone cycles of REM and NREM sleep from the begining of class found it hard to interpret what the sir had said and was lookin here and there for clues and answers. After a few seconds when her brain started to function normally, she stood up ,the petite sleeping beauty who was awaken not by the prince's kiss but by the harsh thunderous voice of her professor. She moved without the slightest sign of disobedience, her face now filled with myriad of emotions, to the princess's throne up in the front where everyone could watch her with "awe." My joys grew no bounds and laughter was roaring inside me only to be released in quantums of smiles. She sat there, our sleeping beauty,so innocent her face, her eyes wide open, listening to every word said with a smile..a typical mona lisa smile..whose meaning i still wonder..
This narrative is dedicated to Neethi ,my classmate who is the heroine of the story, the petite sleeping beauty