The world faded away, though the soft, sweet melodious humming stayed, drifting setting a pleasent mood. The atmosphere felt light, no cares, no troubles, or stress. There wasnt the constant need for expectations or goals, it was free. Everything that surrounded her came into focus, though it wasnt the library she was in, the place she was in was a completely new world. Yet it felt strangely familiar, but she could identify it.
Looking about her, Ellie saw trees and flowers of so many kinds. Off in the distance she saw a small village, her desire was to go near it and mingle with whatever people lived there. But something inside her, something old yet young, was telling her not to go there. That there wasnt anything there for her.
A small smile crossed her lips, again she looked around. She saw the flowers bloom right in front of her. Then she heard off in the distance, a stream dancing, gruggling, and bubbling. Whatever it was, told her to go near it. Her feet lead the way, having no control over them she had to go. The smell of everything around her filled her nose, it was sweet and had that certain outdoors smell that she couldnt describe, and underlaying those was the distinctive smell of musty pages.
Dismissing the last smell as coincidence, she approached the stream. Just steps away, she was tempted to chuck off her shoes and dip her feet in the water. But again something pushed aside her wants with something else. Instead she leaned over the lapping waters and looked. Instead of seeing her older reflection, she looked at the image of a young girl, her younger self. She saw that she had on her sunday best, her hair curled for church. When she use to go with her family.
Ellie couldnt seem to take her eyes away from this stunning image. Off in the distance she heard laughter, childish laughter. Turning her head slowly she spotted two children playing, one obviously was her and the other was her younger brother. They were happy, Ellie observed, she tried to remember when she was that happy. Then she heard another voice, her mothers, her voice sounded like tinkling bells, then there was another, deeper, and masculine. That one belonged to her father.
Ellie smile, her hand brushed up against a tree, but instead of feeling bark the felt vellum and leather. Her world faded from her mind, everything was black. She realized she had her eyes closed and opened them. Looking down her hand sat on the edge of the book she had recently pulled off the shelf.
Sudden realization hit her and all Ellie could do was sit and stare at the book, sitting quietly on the table, pages being lifted some as students passed by. She had been in a dream, yet it was mixed with a memory of her familys last happy moment together. And that feeling was a mix of those with an instictive feel. She had mixed her little world with her desire, her long term want. Happiness. Happiness with her family as well as being together than broken.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She still couldnt move. She sat and waited, she made no noise but the tears still came without permission. When she was able to move, she wiped her tears away. She eventually closed the book gathered it to her chest and stood. She didnt want to move but with a careful step her started to move to the shelf which the book belonged.