My Story - A Lonely Bibliophile

Although they are fake and insincere, she smiles to the librarians and walks over to her usual spot in the study section, the one place she feels welcome, the only place she can call home…

There are four green chairs accompanied with a gray, marble table. In the corners of the room are navy blue bean bag chairs. Sitting in one of the bean bag chairs is a little girl, aged between four and six. She has medium brown hair and green eyes. She’s wearing a white dress with pink polka dots and shiny red shoes. She jumps and sits onto the chair and laughs, holding If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. She has the biggest smile on her face as she points to the cookie and yells, “Cookie! Yummy!”

She wishes her smile was as genuine and heartfelt as that little girl’s. Her soul cries out, longing for the happiness that she never feels anymore. Did it leave? Did it get lost? Did it die forever? She sits in one of the green chairs and opens up The Outsiders. She exhales smoothly and calmly as she touches the worn out cover and the individual pages. She smells the book and a rush of euphoria fills her heart. Books: the only things that make her happy. Everything else in her life rips her body to shreds.