window, its curtains open, allowing easy viewing of the room. It was a magnificent bedroom. A king bed with wooden posts, cream walls crowded by glorious artwork, a petite red velvet chair nestled in the corner, thick oak dressing table, and on the inside of the window was a cushioned windowsill. She imagined sitting on that windowsill and admiring the view for hours. Or snuggling with a good book. Now that would be one hell of a way to wake up.
Following that beautiful vision she returned to the hallway opening the first door on her left. And alas, that was the room she had been staring at like a child looking through the frosted window of a toy store at Christmas. Laura almost giggled. A smell lingered within the room, some kind of musty odour. It was akin to an old novel, biography, or history book. It was that well known ancient musky aroma of high quality paper and ink. This evoked an insatiable appetite to grab a bulky hardback and hop on the windowsill, soak up the atmosphere whilst becoming lost in a fictional world. In that instant she decided that was exactly what had to be done, not quite ready for bed just yet. Flinging belongings on the bed she dashed downstairs and tried to recall which door was the library.
She paused briefly to remember, then Laura skipped towards the door, eager to take a peek into the fountain of literature. Or more accurately, ogle every inch of the interior. She wouldn't exactly call herself a 'bookworm' but she did enjoy a good read every so often. But now that a craving had risen, she was high on anticipation of what lay behind this door. One mighty heave and the heavy wood creaked open, and Laura fell in love.
A beige marble floor, wooden shelves covering every wall crammed with thousands of tomes: fictional hardbacks, textbooks, dictionaries, collections, and several editions of an atlas. Just beneath the atlases was a bulky globe of the world. A colourful miniature replica of the earth the size of a car wheel, with a shiny golden frame. She gently spun the three dimensional rendering of the well populated model of planet earth and watched country after country begin to blur. In the midst of joyous ponderings she had neglected to notice the mezzanine level above, with even more shelves and bindings. This pulled her eyes upwards to admire the ceiling, which was more comparable to an artist's masterpiece. Every inch was covered in paintings of a religious theme: Jesus, three wise men, God, Bethlehem and so on. She dread to think the hours it must have taken to paint those pieces, those wonderful illustrations of Christianity. The paintings made religion look so peaceful and simple. Pick a religion, follow it, and people will respect that. But as Laura became older and wiser she realised some religions were completely insane. Christianity was supposedly about love, God and Jesus. But there were more Christians at her school that spread hate against gay individuals. Laura sympathized with them. It must be incredibly difficult coming out of the proverbial closet. Without having religious nut cases saying it's wrong and sinful. When the bible tells of many things that are sinful pretty much making everyone a sinner. Eating meat, enjoying alcohol, sex for pleasure, sex out of wedlock, wearing clothing made of more than one fabric and so on. Oh the hypocrisy of religion and contradictions within the bible!
Laura ransacked the place, reading blurb after blurb and soaking in the scenery. After an hour or so of wandering around the page-filled sanctuary, a romance novel was selected from the mezzanine level. Laura often enjoyed a romance between two lovers, as that kind of love was currently vacant in her own life and had been for a painfully long time. So she took 'Choices' and carried it upstairs. Butt cushioned by the pillowed windowsill, she commenced the journey of love. Laura yearned for this, two people whose bodies, minds and hearts intertwined, and become as one. An
Following that beautiful vision she returned to the hallway opening the first door on her left. And alas, that was the room she had been staring at like a child looking through the frosted window of a toy store at Christmas. Laura almost giggled. A smell lingered within the room, some kind of musty odour. It was akin to an old novel, biography, or history book. It was that well known ancient musky aroma of high quality paper and ink. This evoked an insatiable appetite to grab a bulky hardback and hop on the windowsill, soak up the atmosphere whilst becoming lost in a fictional world. In that instant she decided that was exactly what had to be done, not quite ready for bed just yet. Flinging belongings on the bed she dashed downstairs and tried to recall which door was the library.
She paused briefly to remember, then Laura skipped towards the door, eager to take a peek into the fountain of literature. Or more accurately, ogle every inch of the interior. She wouldn't exactly call herself a 'bookworm' but she did enjoy a good read every so often. But now that a craving had risen, she was high on anticipation of what lay behind this door. One mighty heave and the heavy wood creaked open, and Laura fell in love.
A beige marble floor, wooden shelves covering every wall crammed with thousands of tomes: fictional hardbacks, textbooks, dictionaries, collections, and several editions of an atlas. Just beneath the atlases was a bulky globe of the world. A colourful miniature replica of the earth the size of a car wheel, with a shiny golden frame. She gently spun the three dimensional rendering of the well populated model of planet earth and watched country after country begin to blur. In the midst of joyous ponderings she had neglected to notice the mezzanine level above, with even more shelves and bindings. This pulled her eyes upwards to admire the ceiling, which was more comparable to an artist's masterpiece. Every inch was covered in paintings of a religious theme: Jesus, three wise men, God, Bethlehem and so on. She dread to think the hours it must have taken to paint those pieces, those wonderful illustrations of Christianity. The paintings made religion look so peaceful and simple. Pick a religion, follow it, and people will respect that. But as Laura became older and wiser she realised some religions were completely insane. Christianity was supposedly about love, God and Jesus. But there were more Christians at her school that spread hate against gay individuals. Laura sympathized with them. It must be incredibly difficult coming out of the proverbial closet. Without having religious nut cases saying it's wrong and sinful. When the bible tells of many things that are sinful pretty much making everyone a sinner. Eating meat, enjoying alcohol, sex for pleasure, sex out of wedlock, wearing clothing made of more than one fabric and so on. Oh the hypocrisy of religion and contradictions within the bible!
Laura ransacked the place, reading blurb after blurb and soaking in the scenery. After an hour or so of wandering around the page-filled sanctuary, a romance novel was selected from the mezzanine level. Laura often enjoyed a romance between two lovers, as that kind of love was currently vacant in her own life and had been for a painfully long time. So she took 'Choices' and carried it upstairs. Butt cushioned by the pillowed windowsill, she commenced the journey of love. Laura yearned for this, two people whose bodies, minds and hearts intertwined, and become as one. An
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