A fantasy cocoon

 Doesn’t this look like the most fantastic room?

Just imagine a long day at work and when you come, you open the secret panel and slip into your hidden room walled with books. Maybe in the corner is a comfy chair and a matching ottoman. There’s a side table just waiting for your teacup, and a floor lamp behind the chair with a soft, white bulb. A silky throw blanket hangs over the arm of the chair just waiting to toss over your legs.

It’s very quiet in your hidden room.  All the sounds of traffic and your family are muffled by the insulation of the shelves and books.  You can’t hear the phone ring or the sound of the television or the door bell. You can’t hear dogs barking or children fighting.

I used to have a fantasy about being marooned on a deserted island with just a hammock and a truck of books, but this room, this fantasy, just might surpass that.