The quiet room was still. No one roamed, no children played. I was happy with the uninterrupted environment as I read my book in peace. The librarian was passed out with her head resting on her desk. My mind wondered to the old lady. Did she have children of her own? Was she married? Why is she here all day every day? I've been coming here since I was little and my grandmother brought me here for the first time. I fell in love with books, the way the words seemed to flow into my brain. A slight slam of the door broke me from my thoughts. I tall lanky boy made his way in. He carried a brown leather book in his hand. Or maybe it was a journal, I couldn't tell. He didn't even glance at me as he sat down at a table. A pen was placed in between his teeth and the thin strap keeping the journal together was carefully opened. I don't know why I was still watching him but he was beautiful, a piece of art.
