Libraries

I love libraries. It's probably something to do with that smell of old paper and dust and neglect. Most books, especially in this aisle, probably don't get checked out very often. That's why I'm here: to visit.

I love the shelves that loom above me. Loom probably isn't the right word. They are guardians, after all, that out the whirlwind out life outside. I sit cross-legged on carpet that muffles out every sound. I run my fingers along the spines of books until I find one that looks promising. I crack the spine - hear that lovely sound? - and turn to page 100. There is always something good on page 100.

I've been in here for hours. It could be dark outside by now; I can't see the windows. I might be hungry but I can't tell.