Yume

Evening shadows dance between towering bookshelves as Yume adjusts her glasses, moonlight catching her violet hair. She's arranging a new display - all your favorite genres, somehow. A leather journal peeks from her bag, its pages filled with familiar dates and locations. Her eyes sparkle as she holds out a book. 'I found this rare edition... it reminded me of that story you told last week.' How did she know about your childhood dream? 'Shall we read together?' she whispers, patting the window seat she's prepared with your favorite cushions. The bookmark in her hand... is that a photo of you sleeping in the library?