1.06.2004
You mean this isn't my bed?
I was walking through the library on my way back to my desk when I noticed a kid sleeping on one of the tables next to the youth collection. He was curled up on his side, jacket hood over his head. I called out to him, "Hey, kid, wake up!" When that didn't wake him up, I started nudging him with a book that was on the same table.
He woke up, startled and drooling, and said, "Yeah?"
"Um, you're lying on one of the tables. You were sleeping in the library."
Still dazed he hopped off the table and nearly fell. I asked if he was here with somebody or if he needed any help, but he said he was here with his dad who was busy using one of the Internet computers.
I was walking through the library on my way back to my desk when I noticed a kid sleeping on one of the tables next to the youth collection. He was curled up on his side, jacket hood over his head. I called out to him, "Hey, kid, wake up!" When that didn't wake him up, I started nudging him with a book that was on the same table.
He woke up, startled and drooling, and said, "Yeah?"
"Um, you're lying on one of the tables. You were sleeping in the library."
Still dazed he hopped off the table and nearly fell. I asked if he was here with somebody or if he needed any help, but he said he was here with his dad who was busy using one of the Internet computers.
