There was nothing but silence all around me. I hummed to myself. It was quiet. I needed a couple of minutes to myself, if I was being honest. Every day was so busy, so damn loud. There was always chaos. I was grateful for the opportunity to be by myself for once. I put down my book and walked around the library.
I always forget how massive the library is. I felt like I was in a large open field, spacious and ever-reaching. I paused for a second. Have I been up on the second landing? I climbed up the stairs to the second landing and stood on the balcony within seconds. I scanned the books. Hamelet, Beowulf, The Merchant of Venice. I had already read those. I continued scanning. Grimm's Fairy Tales, Cinderella, Snow White. I mused. They were all great stories but I'd already read them all.
I continued to saunter down the aisle, thumbing through the pages of many unopened books. I finally stumbled upon an unfamiliar looking book titled Canterbury Tales. I picked up the book. Now this was one I hadn't read before. I walked back downstairs and started reading. I spent the rest of the morning reading the book until I checked the clock and realized it was almost eight.
I sighed. Breakfast would be served in ten minutes. Time to head downstairs and interact with the real world. I set the book down on the mahogany desk in front of me and made an exit to the door. I'll read it later I thought and headed to the kitchen.