LIBRARY
Sunlight Is drawn In swaths on the carpet, the empty armchair caught in half-light,
half-shadow. You breathe in old wood's aroma. The bookshelves smell permeates the
air, and their colorful ribs oversee your journey through the floor. Weathered texts with
yellowed paper, creased labels in white plastic, and children's books smiling from the
skeletons of metal shelves greet you. The air conditioning hums. You stop and swing your
backpack to the floor. You slide in the wooden chair, your elbows resting on the glass.
Gently, you press your book wide and let the words wash silently through your mind.