- I stood in the bathroom deciding what to do with my hair. I had finally slept, it wasn’t for long, then again, it never was. The library was a huge room full of books, maybe two rooms, I’m not sure. They went on forever and ever, everywhere I looked. I met the most mysterious man there, he was old. Older than I’d even known, but filled with nothing but goodness. A form so pure, it took me a long while to figure out what it was. When I’d really seen him as he was, I found it more fascinating than all the books.
- He knew who I was, without me telling him. I was quite excited to be known. I don’t know how long I stayed there, only that when I had decided what books I needed to answer the questions… so many questions, Bronx had to help me carry them all back to the room.
- Then I read, and read more, thoughts filling my mind as all the pieces came together. Some of the pieces I didn’t like, but I planned to think about them more before deciding I knew what they meant. I was drooping on the couch when I noticed I was tired, and that’s when I decided I needed to sleep for a while.