I watched as the second hand on the analog clock creeped closer and closer to the twelfth hour. Click, click, it sounded, barely audible in the quiet section Itra and I sat in.

As usual, we found ourselves in the nonfiction section of the school’s library, where books remained untouched. Only a few people checked out books from here, and that number included Itra. At the moment though, Itra stayed still.

When I walked down the carpeted path, I found Itra in the seat she usually sat in, head down, surrounded by books to help me with my abhorrent grammar skills on my request. She must have fallen asleep while waiting for me to arrive.

So rather than waking the sleeping beauty up, I decided to sit down and wait. Well, I did more than wait, since I started peeking through the books Itra picked out for our study session. They had a lot of content, and thus, were heavily thick.

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Most of the content surrounded the idea of world building. Itra must have had enough with my bad description skills. So, to make her job a little easier, I started flipping through the books. After a while though, my brain stopped functioning, unable to take in the information being thrown its way. This left me in the state I was in, staring at the clock, waiting for Itra to wake up.

Of course, I could have woken her up myself, but I couldn’t reach my hand through the invisible barrier created by her peacefulness. The idea of disturbing her rest screamed that it was the wrong thing to do. Still, if I didn’t wake her, she might feel bad about falling asleep during the study session. Then again, if I woke Itra now, she would probably still feel bad for falling asleep as well.

While I racked my brain for ideas, my eyes caught Itra stirring in her sleep. She must’ve realized that someone had been sitting in front of her. My time for resting ran out, so I began wrapping up my habituary writing.

I looked forward to our next lesson.