Jacob padded softly down the library aisle, a notebook tucked under his arm and an empty knapsack on his back. His entire body and mind was relaxed into the calm atmosphere of the library, and prose flowed freely in his mind, narrating the boy who walked the top of the shelves like a cat.

Jacob watched as the strange ruffian leaped the aisle and landed with grace on the metal rod of the next shelf. Then the boy vanished into the Mystery section, and Jacob continued his journey to the Poetry section.

In the Poetry section, Jacob met an old scholar with a quill who was writing a sonnet through the air with a ribbon of black ink. Jacob nodded to the man with admiration and then rounded the corner to his favorite aisle. This aisle was his favorite not because of the books, but because of the location. It was a long and narrow aisle that ended with a quaint round window overlooking the park, and beside the window, there was a comfortable blue cushioned chair that sat peacefully between the towering walls of soft books.

In this chair, Jacob sat with his bag at his feet and his notebook on his lap. Then he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He could see the books clearly through his eyelids. He reached forward with a trill of excitement and picked a book at random from the nearby shelf. The pages fluttered open and the book drifted towards him, spilling beautiful words through the air.

He was soon transported into the story, leaving the library far behind. In this story, there was a young girl named Luna, and she was exploring the jungle.

"Hello," Jacob said. "May I join you?"

RATE THIS CHAPTER!