Bookshop

As soon as I arrived at the antique bookshop my eyes met the most extraordinary opulent architecture I had ever seen. The building’s front was covered with beautiful flowers that seemed to come alive with the gentle stroke of the sun’s golden rays. Fervently I opened the door and walked inside. The doorbell rang playfully and the library’s cat lifted up its head and gazed at me with sleepy eyes. Shire music was playing in the background. A warm scent of brewing coffee was wafting in the air and I felt as if I was back home. The walls were stacked with books as high as my eyes could see, and even more, books were piled on the floors and by the shelves. My chest was about to explode. I kindly waved a smile to the girl behind the counter and walked further into paradise.