The Library's Door.

My fondest memories were the days that I would spend curled up with a good book in my hands. The smell of paper and ink perfuming the environment as the pages softly fluttered and how the written world enticed my imagination. I read everything I could, books filled with fantastic adventures; intellectual discovery; the diversity of religious faith; over those glorious weeks of summer. Each visit was spent filling my arms with books to read at a table and to take home only to return a few days later to repeat the process.

Then summer ended and my free time no longer could be spent endlessly amongst the shelves I knew so fondly. I grew saddened, it felt as though a dear friend had moved away or that I had found myself the new kid at a new school. However, that despair soon disappeared once I was free once again to visit my beloved library.

Once again, I wandered its halls, perused the shelves and found my way to a new section. Surrounded by boxes was a strange door.

Dare I open it?