Emma…
Sitting in the middle of the library, I look up to see endless rows of shelving. There are books upon books as the shelves seem to fade out in the distance up to the heavens.
Laying down, I rest my head back, the smell of honeysuckle and lilac fills my nose and a soft grass tickles from underneath me. I cross my ankles together and place my hands at the back of my head making myself comfortable. Enjoying the serenity, I close my eyes. “This is my safe haven,” I say out loud.
Opening my eyes, I turn to lay on my side, watching as books fly through the air, hundreds of them, spines facing upward like birde—their pages open and gracefully fluttering with different colored wings in all sizes. They fly to and from the shelves—mesmerizing.
A man’s voice echoes—“Helloooo…”—distracting
