Have you ever fallen asleep to the smell of an overheating laptop and the sounds of a sleeping house? The clocks are too loud and so are your fingers on the backspace key, echoing, because there is only one person to hear them. Your eyes are unseeing and your mind is locked in a hazy cage of insomnia and early alarm clocks, but your fingers tip-tap with a nervous energy fed by the incessant tick-tock of the nearest timepiece, counting down the amount of attention you will be able to offer to class the next day. The fan in your laptop whirls with your brain, so constant that you will not realize how loud it really is until your computer – with you- finally settles down to hibernate. The fan shuts off with a low sigh, warm with the knowledge of work well done, and you nestle, asleep already, in the cozy duvet.