Never Let Me Go

Why Do I Love You Still?

The sound of my alarm clock was ruthless to my sensitive ears.

This bed was unbelievable. I had never been able to get a good sleep back home, I had major issues with insomnia.

Last night I was able to fall asleep without my pills.

And the rest was bliss. I would spend my whole day here if I could.

Unfortunately, I had some sort of lecture today, so I had to get moving.

I groaned as I moved to check the time.

My clock read 530am.

The lecture didn't start for another hour and a half. I knew if I tried now, I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again, so I decided I would get up and take a look around.

I pushed myself up from my stunningly comfortable bed and walked over to the coffee maker to start my morning.

The machine started up and I moved over to my wardrobe against the adjoining wall.

I felt silly picking my drab clothes out of such a fancy little closet.

After throwing around a few pieces, I settled on a pair of baggy grey shorts and a white tank top.

Digging through my bag I found a pair of slippers and lazily pushed them on my feet.

My coffee was finished so I picked up the piping thermos and dumped some oat milk in it, tightening the screw-on cap since I was on the go.

I felt apprehensive about wandering around this mountain of a lodge but I rationalized that it was too early for anyone to really care.

Surely no one was awake yet.

I stepped up to my door and unlocked it, careful not to make too much noise.

My foot stepped lightly on the wood expecting it to creak.

It didn't. I forgot this was a palace.

Locking my door, I made my way out of the east wing of the lodge where all the other researchers slept.

I wandered through dimly lit halls only illuminated by candle sticks and the rainy windows.

My feet brought me across the lodge to the north side by the common room.

I found two large double doors that spanned up to the ceiling.

My curiosity peaked at the strange designs carved into the wood.

I place a small hand on the door. I wanted to feel the art with my fingers, experience it.

The door creaked open slightly and I jumped back in shock. I hadn't expected it to be unlocked.

My hands had a mind of their own as they slowly pushed the vast wooden doors open.

My head peaked into the large room.

I almost gasped at the sight.

It was a huge library.

I couldn't keep myself from stumbling in.

Crystal chandeliers were dangling from the ceiling and beautiful bay windows looked out past the trees onto the Icelandic sea.

My hands shook at the sight, I brought my steaming coffee up to my lips as I wandered inside.

There seemed to be multiple levels, each filled to the brim with books.

I plucked an anthology of marine creatures off the shelf and hugged it to my body. This was the same book my mother used to read to me when I was little.