Rested

Cool and collected. I adjust my skirt and picked up the three books I see in the hallway. The scent in the air felt so warm. Unlimited amount of pages everywhere. All around me. 

I was to find where the books will be placed. 

One in the Gardening section, the second at the Business section and the last; History. The ticking of the clock pedal was loud but relaxing. I adjust my glasses and sat down to the nearest stool I can find. I took a deep breath and looked up. "Hey there," he said with a smirk. I glance over towards the voice and I remember seeing those smile lines. They were genuine. "I don't know if you remember me from the past, but I'm glad to see you after all these years."

I felt my eyebrows aching just a little from confusion. "I'm sorry. I don't remember you at all." I said with a concerning thought that I may offend this person for saying a sentence he didn't want to hear. 

"I would have thought so and that is okay. I hope this brings back a memory." and proceeds to reach for my hand. Making me pull back and asked, "Why? What are you doing?"

I remembered and asked him, "Why are you here? Why am I here? Where am I?"

Held my hands and talked about the first time he held my hand. The air felt different. Light and homey. 

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. Tight but comfortable enough for me to lay my head on his shoulder.

I felt rested.