Ian slowly entered the classroom with the intent to greet the professor. When he looked at the professor, the professor looked very interested in the back of his eyelids and seeing how great a puddle of drool he could collect on the floor. Ian shrugged and scanned the room. It was a nice enough scene, however it brought him no particular joy. He actually felt a little grumpy having had come to this class.

He took a seat and soon decided what the professor was doing looked good and rested his chin against his chest and the soft sounds of his rhythmic breathing guided him to sleepytown.