Chapter 46: The Pillow Battle
By ENTJ, General of the Resistance Against Nap Time
(4 years old… yeah, I’m the youngest in the class)
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1:45 PM.
The curtains are drawn. The light softens. A sleepy breeze flows through the preschool. Stuffed animals come out, yawns spread… and the teacher says, in a deep and ominous voice:
— Teacher: It’s nap time.
I clench my fists.
Not today.
Not while I breathe.
Not while the flame of will burns in my veins.
Sleep? Let my mind go dark like an IKEA nightlight?
NEVER.
My eyes meet ESTJ’s. She gives a signal. It’s time.
Operation: NO NAP has begun.
We form the Secret Council of the Mattress Rebels:
• ENTJ (me — visionary leader and supreme commander)
• ESTJ (logistics chief — she stole spinning tops at recess)
• ESFP (professional distractor — her laugh could wake the dead)
• ESTP (double agent… okay, triple fidgeter)
• INTJ (cold strategist — calculating and just a little dramatic)
Our mission: stay awake through nap time.
Our battlefield: linoleum floors and pink mats.
Our enemies: sleep, lullabies, and silence.
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2:00 PM.
The war begins.
(Mission: Impossible theme playing in the background)
ISFP has already collapsed on her pillow like an autumn leaf. ENFP whispered, “I can’t… I gotta dream about flying on a rainbow llama…” and drifted into dreamland with a goofy smile.
One by one, our classmates fall.
Snores rise. It’s a massacre.
But we — the Watchers — stand strong.
ESFP silently cartwheels. ESTJ builds a pillow barricade.
ESTP begins an epic monologue:
— ESTP: We only live once! A nap must not steal it! FREEEDOOOOMMMM!
He trips on a blanket and falls. KO.
2:15 PM.
ESFP succumbs.
— ESFP: Zzz…
But even in sleep, she’s still flipping. Dreaming of trampolines.
ESTJ starts blinking slowly.
— ESTJ: No… I have to inventory the plushies… zzz…
Another one down.
Only me… and INTJ remain.
The last defenders of the waking world. Two minds, two sacred flames, two heroes facing the cottony abyss of nap time. INTJ looks at me.
— INTJ: I feel… my eyelids… heavy…
I whisper-yell:
— ENTJ: NO, INTJ, FIGHT IT!
— INTJ: I… calculate… 23% chance of survival… if I… just nap for 5 minutes…
— ENTJ: NOOOOO!
I reach out. Grab his hand. Like in a sad black-and-white movie.
But it’s too late.
INTJ slips into the shadows of sleep… murmuring one last word:
— INTJ: Strategy…
I remain. Alone. Upright. Proud. Standing on my pillow. I look around.
Brave soldiers… fallen. Their calm breathing, a tribute to their courage.
So I rise.
I climb onto the bench near the reading corner, like a sacred platform. And I proclaim, fist raised:
— I will honor your sacrifices, my friends.
I shall keep watch for you. I WILL NOT SLEEP — I SHALL COMMAND THE DREAMS.
2:30 PM.
I am alone. But awake. And holding strong.
(Well… until the teacher says:
— Teacher: ENTJ, go to sleep now.
And I say “Yes ma’am” because, well… I am still five years old.)
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