A Gentle Breath

The quiet room was wrapped in the stillness of the night. For a long moment, I thought I was simply meant to stand still. Then, a soft warmth flowed into my fingers, and I felt the solid leather cover of the volume resting in my right hand. I gently shifted my grip, easing the strain in my wrist, and brought the book just a fraction closer to inspect its spine. Surrounded by rows of neatly arranged tomes and framed art on the shelf, I quietly let out a breath and smiled.#ididnotwanttomakethis