You’ve been studying in the library for the better part of the afternoon, huddled in a corner of the North Reading Room - a spot with a good view of the trees outside.

By now, your books and papers litter the table in front of you. Your securely-covered coffee cup is long since empty, your phone has died, and the last three paragraphs you’ve written contain no apparent punctuation.

So you close your eyes to rest. Just for a minute.

You dream of elephants.