You were awakened by a poke in your arm, and it was your seatmate Bachira; you had fallen asleep in class, and the teacher had not yet noticed

Bachira whispers to you not to draw the teacher's attention and presents him his work, on which all you could see were some random colored pens scribbles and a stick man of you sleeping in class, with a cat whiskers on your cheek

"What do you think? I made sure to make it look pretty like you!"

Bachira beams and clearly proud with his art