*Suddenly catching myself, I realize I may need some instruction for survival skills. Mind made up I swiftly race through the library searching for the appropriate sections. After a an hour has passed, I find what I am looking for--two books. One is a rust colored plant guide showing what might be edible in the local areas and the other shows step by step how to make shelter, build fire, and a list of things needed for camping in the wild.
Quickly repeating the same process for checkout as I had with the other book, I race out the door with the plan that much clearer in my mind.*
[@Dara, feel free to join this half baked plot if you look back over this and should desire to do so.]
*Eventually stumbling half dehydrated upon a section labeled "Fantasy" I tentatively browse through the section before locating a weather beaten book that looks to be falling apart at the seams. The once white cover is splashed with orange juice and coffee stains and the pages are a thick yellow glob clinging to one another. The inlaid title has long been worn off. Carefully removing it from the dust covered shelf, I conjecture that people don't often visit these lonely walls. Opening it slowly so as not to further damage the decrepit mass in my hands, I see what appears to be a crudely drawn unicorn with a large belly and a stub tail on the cover page. Perhaps this was once the favorite stomping ground of some small child. The writing therein declares that this book is named "A Field Guide to Fantastic Creatures". With a sense of disbelief and feeling a little silly for wanting to peek inside, I gently thumb through the pages seeing lengthy entries on various imaginary creatures. Deciding that there appears to be nothing better to do to pass the time, I close the book, cradle it closely to my chest and begin searching for the string I had left behind.
Once I found the string I pulled the excess after me with one hand so I could wrap it back up when I had a safe place to set my half baked plot. Reaching the front desk without incident I set the book down and wound the string back into the ball it had been before this escapade. Calling out for a librarian and receiving no answer after several minutes, I locate a notepad and quickly jot down the information pertinent to checking out books and exited the library having decided it was time to act a dork for a while.*
*After finishing my pilfering of the music section, I decide it is time to move forward in my investigations. Deciding it will be OK to take a temporary abandonment of the string for now as long as I remain on the same floor, I venture to browse the subjects available. Finding nothing more of immediate interest I make a note of what floor I am on before descending to the next level, surprised that I have neither seen nor heard other people on this journey through the valleys between bookshelves.*
*Running out of string before reaching a wall of the upper floor, the clicking of my feet against the floor stops its staccato beat. I then swivel my head around to see where my position is in relation to the library at large. Locating a decently sized section dedicated to music history I decide that stopping here for now will be an acceptable detour to my quest as I quickly scan the shelves looking through books both familiar and not to settle down with.*
*Deciding that today is the day to navigate this amazing maze of aged paper and glue, I have come armed with several balls of yellow string and a flashlight. Looking left and right before entering into the main foyer and stepping onto the wooden floor I decide to go to the top and work my way down and through the sections. Tying a string to the apparently empty front desk occupying the space close to the doors I slowly unravel the string as I go to prepare for my eventual return to the daylight. With wonder filled eyes I progress up the stairs to begin my adventure.*
*I meander in searching for books on hamster care. After getting lost in the imposingly tall building, I decided to follow the exit signs and come back another day*