An Evening in the Library (Open)
Dream ran his fingers along the spine of an old book. It was a photo album he hadn’t opened in decades, one he wasn’t even so sure of the contents of anymore. He thought about opening it, peering inside to then open doors to scenes he hadn’t had the pleasure of recalling.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself, then made his way over to the coffee machine he’d set up on a desk in the corner. He heard a rustling nearby as he prepared the machine. “Oh? A guest?”