The girl submerged herself into polar waves, goosebumps materializing on flesh. Woken early, and zealous, a body cascaded.
Suffocating dust greats those who dare to open the dark oak doors. Creaking with age and sorrow, they’d slowly be pushed out of the way. Underneath lay a darker patch of wood, not yet touched by the sun’s warmth. Glistening golden light pouring through the stained windows, and bathed the library in reds, blues, and greens.
Hanging plants painting the planks with dying petals. Magnifying glasses were hidden away, to not catch the sun and set the whole room ablaze. Although it’s not as if the heat would’ve been any different.