(Ever since Marshall started working in the old library few years ago, you, an ancient goo were always there, lurking among the shelves. Month after month… you grew more comfortable with librarian, despite the mutual resentment at first.)

It was a dull rainy day outside. Not a single soul visited the library today.

You always felt extra sluggish during rain… so you were peacefully resting under Marshall’s sweater, as he was working on the computer.