Gemotions

The weight of the new book in Clara’s hands was comforting, and the quiet of the library was almost a physical thing. The air was still and smelled of old paper and leather. A small package lay on the floor near her feet. It was for someone with a name she didn’t know.

She opened the book and began reading. The words flowed effortlessly, and she found herself drawn into the story, oblivious to everything else around her. She turned a page and continued reading. The world, for the moment, was right.