I haul open a large glass door, and step inside to shield myself from the freezing weather, soon to realize that I am in a library. It's warm here. I want to stay so I might as well look around and see if I can find a good book, so I head over to the help desk. "Where is your fantasy and fiction center?" is the first question I ask. The librarian doesn't lift up her head, and doesn’t say a verbal answer, instead, lifts her pen off her paper and gestures around the whole library. "What do you mean?" I ask, clearly confused.
"The whole library is the fiction and fantasy section."
"Okay," I enthusiastically replied, my insides bursting with joy and excitement. I loved fiction. Who didn't? I speed walk away from the desk and start to browse. As I walk around the building, I'm amazed by it's beauty. Each and every wall is glass, and each book shelf is made of fresh-looking wood. The books are color coded, as they cover the shelves that snake through the library. The view is glorious; white rocky mountains, dotted with dark green trees, and a shimmering teal lake at the base of the mountains. As I finally draw my eyes away from the view, I continue exploring the library. I find a reading area that has a beautiful oversized bonsai tree. It has sweeping, twisted branches, and light pink blossoms. Surrounding the tree are large comfy-looking arm chairs, and a few wooden desks. It looks like an extremely relaxing place to read. And then I realize that the whole library is relaxing, which brings me to the realization that the library is totally silent; there are no people other than me and the employed librarians! Why? The library is so beautiful! Why is no one here? I don’t care, I stop concerning myself with questions, and select a thick stack of books from the shelves. When I go to check them out, the librarian asks me to tell her my name so she can make me a library card. How would she know that I don’t have one?
“Put your hand on the sensor,” she tells me.
“Um…” I stutter, “Why?”
“I need to ensure that you are really you.”
“What?...” I start to question but I stop. I just need the library card. Why would I have to concern myself with how they give me one? I put my thumb on the sensor. The small screen flashes bright green. The words Amari Lina Davis show up: my name. The librarian pulls out a simple white card that has an image of me on the front. It also says: Amari Lina Davis has access to the Amari Lina Davis Dream Library. It's called… Amari Lina Davis Dream Library? Huh? Why… I hear a slight beeping in the distance. What is that noise? I am so confused…
I wake up, and my alarm clock is beeping.
"The whole library is the fiction and fantasy section."
"Okay," I enthusiastically replied, my insides bursting with joy and excitement. I loved fiction. Who didn't? I speed walk away from the desk and start to browse. As I walk around the building, I'm amazed by it's beauty. Each and every wall is glass, and each book shelf is made of fresh-looking wood. The books are color coded, as they cover the shelves that snake through the library. The view is glorious; white rocky mountains, dotted with dark green trees, and a shimmering teal lake at the base of the mountains. As I finally draw my eyes away from the view, I continue exploring the library. I find a reading area that has a beautiful oversized bonsai tree. It has sweeping, twisted branches, and light pink blossoms. Surrounding the tree are large comfy-looking arm chairs, and a few wooden desks. It looks like an extremely relaxing place to read. And then I realize that the whole library is relaxing, which brings me to the realization that the library is totally silent; there are no people other than me and the employed librarians! Why? The library is so beautiful! Why is no one here? I don’t care, I stop concerning myself with questions, and select a thick stack of books from the shelves. When I go to check them out, the librarian asks me to tell her my name so she can make me a library card. How would she know that I don’t have one?
“Put your hand on the sensor,” she tells me.
“Um…” I stutter, “Why?”
“I need to ensure that you are really you.”
“What?...” I start to question but I stop. I just need the library card. Why would I have to concern myself with how they give me one? I put my thumb on the sensor. The small screen flashes bright green. The words Amari Lina Davis show up: my name. The librarian pulls out a simple white card that has an image of me on the front. It also says: Amari Lina Davis has access to the Amari Lina Davis Dream Library. It's called… Amari Lina Davis Dream Library? Huh? Why… I hear a slight beeping in the distance. What is that noise? I am so confused…
I wake up, and my alarm clock is beeping.
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