Just around the street corner, stood a medium size brown building with a sign that said LIBRARY. It was nothing spectacular nor was it extravagant to look at, it was just an ordinary old building but what it gave to those who need it, now that was something. It was a cozy sort of place nuzzled away from the hustle and bustle of life, offering reprieve to the weary heart of day-to-day life. And that is where Rowena found herself at.
It was late afternoon and the library was so big that you needed a ladder just to reach the towering bookshelves filled with books that stretched all the way to the ceiling. The library was an old one and hardly anyone goes there anymore, so the floor is covered in piles of books that never get put away.
Time seemed to stand still in this place as soft piano music drifts through the isles, and the smell of books fills the air, creating a relaxing and peaceful ambiance with an old somewhat comforting smell. Light comes from large windows with the sun singing through, casting a warm golden glow as Rowena rests her body in a half-circled pile of books next to an old wooden ladder as she lives a thousand lives and travels to many places.
As the day wanes, a ray of sunlight falls gently on half of her sleeping face as she laid there curled up with an open book on her chest, lost in a world of dreams as she climbs the highest mountains, dives beneath the deepest seas and travels on adventures to unknown lands.
The librarian, a gentle and old soul, whose shadow covers Rowena for a moment before he gently ruffles her hair and removes the book, before covering her with his coat. He continues on his way walking down the aisle, letting her sleep, even though it was past closing time.
Rowena stirred and woke up for but a moment before drifting back to sleep, knowing that she is safe, warm, and right where she belongs
By: NATASHA PATRICK
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