You walk into a plush room with
a hardwood floor, blue velvet
chairs, and curtains. The smell
of musty books permeates the room.
It is a comforting and inviting
smell, accompanied with the aroma
of fresh brewed coffee and Herbal
tea, which invitingly sit on a
central table. You grab your preferred
drink and look around
the room at the shelves of books.
In the candelight, the volumes seem
to move and dance in front of
your eyes. Some books in particular
catch your attention:
Aurthurian History, Lore, and Myths
The
script to South Park's "Spirit Of Christmas"
After browsing the first few shelves
of the library,
Poets'
Pub.
Elizabeth
Barrett Browning's Sonnets
After losing
yourself among the volumes, you suddenly hear a
And with those
last words you are alone and free to continue
You are the This page
hosted by
you stumble upon the poetry section:
(My collection of favorite published
poems)
soothing
voice calling to you. The woman says, "I am so pleased that
you have
entered my library and my home. Please come again and
discover
many more beautiful dreams and adventures."
reading or
venture back into my Lair.
creature to come here!
