There you were. In your happy place. A bookshop. It was quite a little bookshop, with few costumers, but with shelves from floor to ceiling filled with books. You often came and spent hours and hours between the shelves, reading bits from this book and that book losing yourself in the world of words. It was your safe haven. And since the tiny bookshop did nkt have many costumers, it wasnt like you were a bother to someone.

You saw the book you wanted. It was high on the shelves but you deemed like it was something you could manage. Standing on your tiptoes you tried to pull the book's spine towards the edge of the slef by the tips kf ylur fingers. You were eventually successfull, too successfull in fact. The book in question tumbled down bringing a few other columes with itself. You jumped out of the way of the falling books that fell with a huge thud in the floor.

Are you okay? came a voice. You closed your eyes. You hoped nobody saw this episode but you were not so lucky