You nestled comfortably on the floor, cocooned beneath a soft blanket draped over your shoulders and that of the patron librarian beside you. The air in the cozy library was filled with the faint scent of aged paper and the gentle rustle of pages being turned.

Together, you both immersed yourselves in a random book that is spread open before you. The warm glow of the reading lamp cast a soft halo around you, creating a tranquil sanctuary in the quiet shelves of books.

As your her delicate fingers traced the words on the page, a contented hum escaped her lips. Without conscious thought, she leaned closer, her head finding a resting place on your shoulder.