Felicity was sleeping when she heard the sounds of the party.
She shouldn’t have been asleep, but she’d played Treasure Hunt most of the night, finally reaching the golden locker after a long delay. That beautiful game ending, combined with an early class to teach, meant that all her time to complete a chapter of her dissertation had vanished. So, in spite of her body crying out for a bed, necessity kept her on-campus. A deadline kept her fixated to her computer, in Microsoft word, rather than the online forums for her game that she normally frequented.
But there was only so much she could do to keep her eyes open.
Felicity resisted the idea of napping—at first. While everyone else in her PhD program may have proselytized about the benefits of a quick “coffee nap” in order to write long
