Tick… ​​tick… tick… tick… tick. The slow rhythm of the clock pulled me out of my sleep webs as it grew stronger by the second. Then I felt an unpleasant pressure on my right ear and wetness under my hand, which came from a small pool of saliva flowing onto the wooden bench. Damn, I fell asleep in class, but not during a lesson, as I first thought. Through the windows, all I could see was the moon and thick darkness surrounding a dimly lit but completely deserted parking lot covered in piles of snow with a few cars. But to confirm my suspicion, I turned my attention to the clock that had woken me up. It showed exactly 10…