"I hate naptime! It's only, like, noon! The sun is still out, and I still have a sugar high from that Coke that I had at the park! Look, Molly isn't asleep, either! Pst, Molly, do you want to play 'I-Spy?' I spy with my little eyes...oh, snap, it's Mrs. Carson! I better pretend to be asleep...how much longer am I going to have to lay here in the dark and be quiet and not be able to play? I hate naptime."
#You don't know the half of it
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I am not a textbook case of any particular disorder; I am an abstract, poetic portrayal of neurovariance with which much artistic license was taken.