Entering this place
is as though you have just stepped through the secret wardrobe. Once in, you are
transported to a magical land of fluorescent lighting and fresh air immediately
greets your body. As you venture through, you will notice the scattered gears
of imagination at work. You will also notice the crackling sounds of pages
turning, squeaking of chairs being pulled and pushed, and laughter of
young children stomping up and down the stairs. Amidst all these noise and
chaos, there is a certain silence. A silence of your own.
Soon enough, you have gotten through the wild sea and picked a peaceful island of your own. As you clumsily pull out your chair, so you would not obliterate the silence of others haven, you realize that does not matter. For they are on their own enclaves are far away and no outside intrusion will dispel them.
You finally sit down on the hard, wooden seat, knowing that many before you have sat there as well as they float on to their own shelters. You gently snatch out that favorite book of yours that you have kept hidden in the secret compartment of your bag. You quickly turn to the page which your bookmark has saved for you, not wanting to waste any precious time. You look once more into those clear, fluorescent bulbs, letting the light shine on your face as you prepare yourself for your journey. You are now ready to dive into your book, your island, your sanctuary.
This is my sanctuary. The place I can go to escape reality even, if it's just for an infinitesimal amount of time out of my hectic day. This is my library.
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