Caught in a Dream

 "Hey Annah, how are you doing?", a rough voice of a stranger called my name. I turned around to see who was it. I saw a stranger with a good muscular figure and above six feet waving a hand at me. I was confused. I don't recognize him. I wonder if he does. Who it could be? With the urge to respond to the direct call, I waved, " Hello". Right at the moment, "what if he walked across you?" Asked my mind. Excitability pumped up my heart beat faster. 

He walks near and I stand still looking at him. He crossed me with a wink in his eye. Hello, wait. What's going on! I marvel at the situation. I turned to see him. He wasn't there and no one either. What! A plain road at the back side of me and the restless city in the front of me? Seriously! It's a curse? Am I dragged into anything? 

I can't see anybody else walking across me. They're all disappearing. I tried to touch people. They asked me who are you? What? Do they see me? I faced a man coming toward me and turned to follow him. He walks and I walk. He is disappearing from my eyes. Accidentally, I was stepped into a dark old literary library which is named, "The Withering of the Stygian Book". 

Whoa, what a wonderful fragment of time. Probably the library had been abandoned centuries back. It was darkened inside. But the sun brightly shines through the windows. The entrance was architecture in the Baroque style of the 17th century which emerged in Italy and leisurely spread over Europe. That presented a royal welcome to the great hallway where a giant piano was placed in the center. The whole library looked like an abandoned palace from the outside, but a glorious Castle inside. 

People who are inside won't mind me even if I disturb them. No, no I should say, they can't see me. What such magic is this, I even marveled. Since no one watching me I took my time looking into the library throughout. In the showcase, there were splits of authors according to the yearly nomination for sprouting writers. Also, there left a notice board of directions to the stock room, readers room, committee room, and the cafeteria. Apart from that, there is even a terrace, garden, and tree park in the backyard. 

People are buzzing around books like the bees would do. Some are at the park. They are reading books as they're laying on the ground care freely. Some are on the terrace couch with coffee, and some are in the reader's room which was specifically customized according to certain needs. There's a room that was formulated for the current century readers with high-tech network services. Like separated tables, couches, and sofas. Specifically, the table was designed to have a laptop and a tab on it. People can search, share, store, and can print, or even can make notes, can write reviews, can add nominees for the monthly and yearly author award, and can publish as an imitative work of the original. 

On the other hand, there's a room that is different from that. In this room, there're piles of ancient times dictionaries, and the rest of the seasonal original versions of books have been presented. Here also, people can use the couch, sofa, and tables to read, but the specialty was unique. All the furniture, books, ceiling, walls, paintings, and everything was decorated in ancient methods people can relax there like they were in their Castle and have a sweet cup of milked coffee or tea while reading their favorite book in their free time. Especially the table was presented to these with all the ancient accessories like ink bottles pile of paper feathered pens and some dictionaries and even more. 

Besides these two rooms, there's one more room which was decorated with super creepy bulbs, books, dust, doors, couches, and some things to enhance the mood of the reader. The walls were presented with super mysterious symbols, wordings, and blood stains. Beyond these, there are even more rooms for the readers who love darkened rooms and lighting rooms. Everything was made for the reader's taste. That was a readers castle. 

Oh no! I almost forget about the committee room and the cafeteria. There're wending machines to the readers from place to place under the direction board. Except that the great doorway of the cafeteria receptions the favorites. That was full of aesthetic decors. Walls are painted as the pages of books with famous dialogue, confessions, and even memos, diaries, and journal books. Also, there left a huge portion of the wall to the readers to the writer if they have any opinions, confessions, quotes, micro tales, etc. 

Who else would wish to get off a place like this? Either I am. 

I've entered the committee room. At the doorstep, I was accidentally bumped into that same stranger from earlier who waved at me. What such a freaking image of this coming to spoil my mind. "Ouch" I'm sorry, I stepped away from him. "Hello, Miss. Annan, am I right?" The stranger stopped me. I was stunned. Why the hell he could recognize me, but not am I. "Yes, Mr. Stranger, I respond". Can have your autograph? Marveling moment hits me badly, again and again. "Are you kidding? I stared at him". "No, Miss. I'm a big fan of your fantasy, 'Soul Together. Also, I loved all your poems. Would you mind signing me? Please. "Of course, I do" I smiled my hands on the book. "Your name, please," I asked. With a bright delightful smile, he says. "I'm..." What? (Everything disappeared and I'm off of the dream)