Chapter 8
Charlotte
I’m walking through a grand library with a fire crackling in a large fireplace that is keeping the room at the perfect temperature. The smell of paper and ink surrounds me as I lightly touch the spines of the books as I pass. With dark wooden bookcases and ladders to reach the top shelves, it is a library one would find in a great house of the countryside or that I tend to envision in my dreams.
It is quiet except for the crackling of the wood in the fireplace until I start to hear murmurs from the other side of the room.
“She will wake soon.”
“Only she can answer our questions now.”
“Give her some space. She will probably feel disoriented.”
“Let me stay.”
“No, let him get her acclimated. She will find you when she wakes,” I hear a distant female voice say as I walk closer to the library door.
I realize the voices are muffled because they are on the other side. Instinctively, I know that once I open this door that I will never see this library or experience this type of peace and quiet for a long time. So, I glance around the library one last time before I open the large wooden door.
On the other side is a faint light which I recognize on some base level as the right way to head. So, I make my way towards the light and after what feels like days, my lungs take a large breath of air.