Silence seeps in the walls of the lower level of the BYU Library. As I walked down the stairs, the friendly chatter and studious discussions began to diminish, becoming soft echoes. I smiled as I took my seat at a table nearby; the silence was just what I wanted. Screams and shouts of students, the blaring music in my dorm building, and the honks and horns on the streets, all pricked the patience of my brain. Now I could finally sit back and think. Now I could finally get some work done, and open the world behind the title page of my textbook. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and my eyes closed in satisfaction.
I found it difficult to reopen them. My eyelids felt weighted, pulling down a dreamy drape on my vision. But I was at peace; a smile remained on my face as I enjoyed the silence. Thoughts began to lose momentum, becoming slower and heavier. I wanted to read and work, but my body and mind resisted, lulling me to rest. I rested my chin on my hand, falling faster and faster out of the conscious world.
My arm became limp. Then gravity took care of the rest; my head fell and hit the table with a loud "THUMP." My eyelids finally whipped open and I awoke with a start, a quick breath firing up the motor in my brain. I looked around with embarrasment flowing into red cheeks, but I couldn't help but laugh. My first trip to the library may not have been successful. But seeing my head hit the table probably gave somebody something to laugh about.
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