Dang those socks were pink.
It was the kind of nap where you are so tired that when you're falling asleep you are thinking two things:
#1 There is a very high probability I will jerk wildly awake with drool all over my face in front of all these strangers but I need this nap too badly to care.
#2 I wonder if anyone I know will walk through and see me sprawled out so pathetically. Who do I know that goes to BYU? Hmmm...most of them have graduated. Hey I know [insert name] went here. So did [insert other name.]
This last thought led to a really ridiculous strain of thoughts that involved hypothetical situations I did not want to occur like my ex-boyfriend randomly approaching me in the student center because of some really unlikely scenario that led him to campus even though he now lives states away and has been graduated for years. As I pondered how awful it would be to run into him like that, I started wondering who I WOULD like to be woken up by, pink socks, and drool notwithstanding. So I fell asleep thinking about my husband.
And woke up dreaming about tacos.