Post by Zeus on Oct 24, 2010 13:54:41 GMT -8
She had read and reread everything in her house, including all of her recipe books, magazine, and full-length novels. She ran her fingertips over the spines of the dusty books as she paced through the empty library isles. So many choices to pick from, it was almost overwhelming. Almost. Diantha's forest green eyes settled on a particularly dusty book, with indistinguishable words scrawled across the front. The unknown had always called to her, so she immediately picked up the book tenderly, imagining it sitting on the shelf, squeezed between all of her other books that looked like grandchildren to it. She tucked it underneath her arm and sank into the nearest plush chair, the kind in witch you find yourself sinking into the fluffy pillows. It turns out, the book was actually about a girl in the 1800s, trying to live without any rights at all. She felt sleep tug at her eyelids, and she fell asleep, the book slipping out of her hand.
