Martin is a Dead Fish (I think)
As Martin stared into the camera, with the look of the deadest of the dead, he wondered; why am I here? Do I really need to hear about this? What is the meaning of life?
His confusion grew stronger and stronger. At this point, he was zoned out almost entirely. He only picked up small traces of what was said in class. His classmates were discussing physical activity (or something, I dunno I'm not in the class or school for that matter).
He drowsily bent his head down, still longing for the nap. The feeling had never escaped him. He had been sleepy, and he always will be. He will always want a nap. The thing is, he had never gotten one.
All he wanted at this very moment was one nap. That was all. He didn't care if he would never take one again in another decade.
He just wanted the nap given to him.
