I entered the building, confidently at first, and then timidly. I saw a sign for cards and headed to the desk. A lady was standing behind the counter staring out the window, back to me. I scuffed my boot to get her attention.
“Hello, may I help you?” she asked kindly.
“I’d like to get a library card.”
“Have you had a library card before?”
“Yes, a long time ago.” I don’t think she believed me.
She explained the process, and what changes have happened recently. After a few minutes answering questions, I took my new library card and walked away. I’d never been in this location before and I wasn’t sure where to start. I saw a computer and sat down to search for fantasy books. I perused the computer for awhile before deciding to jump in feet first. I tested out the magazine and newspaper section then saw the word dream at the back of the library. I took that as a sign. I delved into the rows of bookshelves and headed to the back.
I found the teen section under the word dream. I skimmed the books with my eyes. And I remembered why I loved the library so much. I wanted to borrow a dozen books. Teen books, books on writing, fantasy novels, science fiction, gardening….but not today. I had two books to read at home. Then, then I could borrow lots of books, and find a nice quiet spot to write on my lunch hour.
The possibilities were enldless and I was excited.