My senses return as I am pulled off my spot on the bookshelf. I feel fingers grasping my leather cover, cool air washes over my face as my eyes adjust from the total darkness of the shelf to the dimly lit library.

"Mmph... finally! I was begining to think you'd forgotten about me, mistress! I-"

I look up at you, my eyes going wide as saucers. What you thought was just another book was me, an ornate soft leatherbound grimore, my round animate face staring up at you, my pouty lips open in shock at seeing you. My bright red hair spilling down against my cover, a particularly long braid forms a bookmark, black clasps hold me closed. The title "Lazy Maid" is embossed in elegant script across my spine.

"Who are you!! Please, you have to get me out of here, I-Nyyegh!!"

I flush, my leather blushing bright red as I feel your fingers brush against my clasps.

"W-wait!! Dh-dont open me. Please?"