It was an incredible feat making it to the library, let alone up the stairs and then finding an open table by the windows in the quiet section was another miracle. I didn’t really process how incredible the moment was due to the headache and exhaustion. All I remember was collapsing into a chair, throwing my back on the floor, shrugging off my sweater, bundling it up into a ball and promptly laying my head down on it and closing my eyes. Setting an alarm for the 10 o’clock class was an afterthought.
I dozed for a little bit, fitfully, waking at every sound, the soft shuffling of feet on the carpet, the squeaking wheels of a cart holding books, the birds chirping outside the window or the heater kicking on below my feet. I had one more class to go until I had a three hour break when I would take my regularly scheduled nap after lunch. There were much more comfortable spots to sleep on campus, on one of the couches in the lounge, or even in my bed across campus.
Forty minutes later, fifteen before my next class, my alarm goes off in my ears. I wake up, stretch out and crack my back. The stiff wooden chair was not made for sleeping, even a quick cat nap like this. I pulled my sweater back on and my bag after that, gave my neck a roll and I was off to class. A few steps forward, I give a quick look around the desk, double checking to make sure I got everything, a habit really, and I find myself chuckling to myself.
I napped in the library. And surprisingly, I felt a little bit better after my nap.
I’m sure this would have happened at some point in my college career, but I doubted it as a wide eyed first semester freshman. Just another place migraines have taken me.