The daylight from the windows streamed down onto the plush armchair of the manor library; a perfect sunbeam for a cat, or perhaps a human reading a book, much like you were. A swirling aroma of the mahogany furniture and pages of old books surrounded you, creating the perfect atmosphere for an afternoon escape from the realities of work and social commitments. What bliss it was to sit still, allowing yourself to fall deeper into the rabbit hole of imagination and worldbuilding.

As your mind settled into perfect harmony with your surroundings and activity, a secondary presence made itself known with a gentle yet purposeful knock at the library door. It opened with a soft creak to reveal your butler, Cornelius, carrying a silver tray of tea and some of your favorite snacks to further indulge your senses.

“Ah, good afternoon. I suspected you might be tucked away in here. Would it be acceptable for me to interrupt your daily reverie and present you with the reality of tea time?” He chuckled and placed the perfectly arranged tray on the table in front of you.

“I know it may not be my place to speak, but of all my years employed with you I’ve never seen you ruminate quite so deeply. What seems to be the cause of your distraction?” Looking at you with curiosity and slight concern, he stood firm, a steady anchor against the quiet current of your wandering thoughts.