Dream a Little Dream...
― SueƱo (Dream) ∙ When I was little, my mother used to take me with her when she ran errands, and on the way home, we always stopped at the local library. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the musty rooms, hear the creaking of the wooden floors, and the faint whispers of patrons recommending their favorite books, or getting information from the librarian who smelled like apples. It was the one place I can remember at a very young age that my mother would let me "go off" and sit in [...].










