thrice have i tried to fall asleep...
...in the Worcester Public Library, and was thwarted all but the last time.

Looking for sofas, I finally found them in the corners of the children's area. I sat down to read but slowly fell to my side and drifted off to sleep...

"Excuse me! Pardon me!" a nasally voice that did not belong in the dreamscape startled me out of the pleasantness, "You can't sleep in these sofas. Please sit up straight."

Grumpy, I packed up the book I was reading in my bag, and with one longing look at the forbidden sofas, I went on a hunt for a more appropriate, less conspicuous spot to finish my nap. Ah-hah! Having chosen my place in a semi-conscious state of mind, I sat down at an empty table by a wall, took out my book bag to set up semblances of doing research, pulled my hood over my head, and continued my beauty sleep.

"A-hem! There is no sleeping in the library. Please keep your head up."

Foiled again! Grumbling, I obliged, glaring at the library man as he proceeded to walk up the stairs, all the while returning my challenge of a staring match. What was I to do? After all, I was just a poor student just having finished her finals and overcame by the basic but essential need of napping.

Sighing, I resigned, both to the library man's demands and my sleepy head, and went back to sleep sitting straight up. What was he to say this time? "This library requires you to keep your eyes open at all times"? Psh. We're not 1984. Not completely.

I <3 Cabot.