Intoxicated
Intoxicated I crashed into the library door half expecting it to be locked and almost lost my footing for the umpteenth time this evening. At least I thought it was still evening, it could have well passed into the early hours of the following day. The University’s oak paneled library was eerily silent, though that was to be expected as most of the students had travelled back home to their families for the winter break. Even in my drunken haze the library still looked as good as it had...