Lost in the Echo(Open)
Nov 2, 2012 16:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Lani Hunter on Nov 2, 2012 16:56:33 GMT -5
Lani was beginning to think that if he curled up on his bed in his dorm room to read he would inevitably be called or texted. So he was trying to something new. He had been keeping an eye on the library and he finally had the time to go visit. He walked from the school sneaking out through the back. For some reason he was eighteen and they still had issues letting him out the front door. Imagine that. He wanted nothing more than to break away form the world and get lost in a book. He had a drawstring bag over his shoulders holding the copy of one of the ones he had been trying to get through. It wasn't that whenever he got called or texted he didn't want to talk to the person. It was completely the opposite, it was always a friend someone that made him smile when he answered.
But if was at the Pilot Ridge Library he was detached from that. Lani smiled as he walked in and the scent of old books soothed his stressed mind. He still couldn't believe that he and Odion hadn't been caught for the fireworks. When they died down they simply faded back into the background of the dance. Lani had a fairly good idea that at least someone knew that it was the two of them that had done it but no one was saying anything. Which was all well and fine with Lani. He smiled at the memory. The only thing about that night he would have changed was being able to see Odion's face when they pulled it off. He traced his hands over the bindings of the books and thrilled by the presence of so many words he let himself get lost in the shelves. Looking here and there for directions he found his way to science fiction.
His eyes trailed over the authors until he found his favorite ones. He made a note of which ones they had and who was missing, which books were absent. He found a window with a beanbag chair under it and decided this would be his nest for the day. He'd have to remember to get a library card on his way out but for now he nudged the chair closer to the wall in the beam of sunlight from the window. He slopped ungracefully into the bean bag chair and felt rather childish but also terribly comfortable. He placed his bag under his head and dug out his book. He stretched out in the sun feeling the weight of his worries melt away. He was rather tall and his legs stretched out across the small walkway and he propped them up on the side of a shelf. The sun was comfortable and started to drain his energy and his eyes laced along the lines of text and his body lost all responsiveness to the outside world. He was lost in the book.
But if was at the Pilot Ridge Library he was detached from that. Lani smiled as he walked in and the scent of old books soothed his stressed mind. He still couldn't believe that he and Odion hadn't been caught for the fireworks. When they died down they simply faded back into the background of the dance. Lani had a fairly good idea that at least someone knew that it was the two of them that had done it but no one was saying anything. Which was all well and fine with Lani. He smiled at the memory. The only thing about that night he would have changed was being able to see Odion's face when they pulled it off. He traced his hands over the bindings of the books and thrilled by the presence of so many words he let himself get lost in the shelves. Looking here and there for directions he found his way to science fiction.
His eyes trailed over the authors until he found his favorite ones. He made a note of which ones they had and who was missing, which books were absent. He found a window with a beanbag chair under it and decided this would be his nest for the day. He'd have to remember to get a library card on his way out but for now he nudged the chair closer to the wall in the beam of sunlight from the window. He slopped ungracefully into the bean bag chair and felt rather childish but also terribly comfortable. He placed his bag under his head and dug out his book. He stretched out in the sun feeling the weight of his worries melt away. He was rather tall and his legs stretched out across the small walkway and he propped them up on the side of a shelf. The sun was comfortable and started to drain his energy and his eyes laced along the lines of text and his body lost all responsiveness to the outside world. He was lost in the book.