Chance Meetings and Satisfaction

Being awake at 4:45 am never fails to be a bizarre experience. Since I usually conk out around 11, being forced to be a night owl is particularly strange. I got kicked out of the library at 3:45, when the learning commons closes. Other than myself, there were, if I remember correctly (I probably don't) about 4 other stragglers. I struck up a conversation with one, an older woman, probably in continuing studies, wearing a long black dress and burgundy hijab, who'd fallen asleep in one of those irresistibly squishy black armchairs arrayed in the basement lounge area, underneath the stairs. I asked her if she'd gotten a nice nap, and she laughed and said she had, that she just couldn't keep her eyes open after a certain point. I told her I knew exactly what she meant. We ended up walking to PJs together, and joined the three others already in residence. It was a long night. My pillow never felt as good as it did at 5 am, this morning.