I'm in the library.

The girl at the desk two down from me is facefirst in her sociology textbook, dreaming and drooling quietly.

There's someone who looks like a professor type, and his face is wedged between the crook of his elbow and the wall. He's doing some mouthbreathing.

And from here, I can somone who looks like she's supposed to be putting books from her cart back onto the shelves, asleep in the stacks.



It amuses me how my college's library turns into the Big Kids' Nap Room after lunch.
Which just goes to show, you never really outgrow naptime.