Dream Library

  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.  

 

maelynslavik

VT

14 years old

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