The stacks of the library seemed to go on to infinity. She stared down the row and noted how it disappeared into the mist. She stood next to one stack and looked at the titles. She pulled out a book. She looked at her guide, an eagle wearing a se of reading glasses. “You mean, I can say here and read any book I want?”
A quiet place to study, where lots of books are located. Words line pages up and down. Stories written in between covers.
The rows of shelves, books upright with plastic coats, the train chugs around the children’s room. There is real light and worlds to fall into.
The stacks of the library seemed to go on to infinity. She stared down the row and noted how it disappeared into the mist. She stood next to one stack and looked at the titles. She pulled out a book. She looked at her guide, an eagle wearing a se of reading glasses. “You mean, I can say here and read any book I want?”