Gemotions

From the high-backed chair in the library, Daniel surveyed the room. The shelves, overflowing with books, smelled of aged paper and leather. He leaned back, feeling the plush upholstery cradle his frame. The silence was golden.

He’d always felt a pull to this place, even as a child. He stretched out his legs, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He'd never really thought he could have somewhere to call his own; now he had a place to think, to create, to just be.

His fingers idly traced the cover of a worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice." The world outside could wait.