The Day After Tomorrow Library Novels & Stories

"The space after the first day." He thought about the morning after the east gallery opening — the threshold space in the quiet of the post-opening, the room that had received its first crowd and was settling back into itself, the space having done its work and being in the residue of the doing. "The library will be different tomorrow morning," he said. "Having received the day." "Yes," she said. "I want to stand in the reading room when it has that quality." "Come at seven," he said. "I'll be there."

The problem with seeing the title of the next chapter of your life is that you immediately become curious about tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And every tomorrow after that. The problem becomes worse when an impossible library is involved. Naturally, nobody stopped talking about it. For exactly nine hours. Then the city distracted us again. As cities often do. The morning after our visit to Elowen's library, the Hall of Found Things received a delivery. A very unusual delivery. No sender.

A frown marred his fine features at having to leave but I bent down and kissed his cheek and watched the smile spring back on his face. I left after that, slowly making my way to the library. As I got closer, my heart hammered in my head. The library was the last place I wanted to be after the nightmare that I had. I went anyway, Mr. Faraday’s orders. I walked down the literature aisle, looking for an empty space for the book. I finally found one but strangely it was the exact spot I had fallen through in my nightmare. I carefully placed the book back and was about to leave when my curiosity got the best of me.

I woke up startled and Alice jumped on the opposite side of me. There was awful pounding on metal and it was so loud that it rang all around us. I stood and swayed on my legs. I was sore and cranky; I didn’t get enough sleep and because of yesterday's activity and that incident I wanted to spend one day in peace, but I guess it’s too much to ask. And yeah, I was in a bad mood, so whoever the hell was pounding out there was going to die.

“Alright.... I shall remain in the pack house throughout the day. I will be ready at 9 tomorrow morning to head to the town library.” “Got it, Luna. I will be outside waiting.”

I felt his hot cum inside my ass and it felt so good. We dressed up, kissed each other, and rode back. While I was walking inside my house, I felt the squishy feeling of my ass licking which felt really funny. I visit the library every once or twice a week and it closes 30 minutes early every day. The guard watched me and the librarian fuck every day from the window but we act as if we haven't noticed. It was kind of another turn on. [THE END] ******** Quote of The Day: "Your Face Would Look So Better Between My Thighs"

I take a deep breath , inhaling the gloomy blessing. I slowly get out off bed , hissing at the biting cold. I walk over to my desk to see my schedule for the day. My day becomes eventful when I see what has to be done - a new library in the south of Stella rock is opening and needs to be paid a visit. A new library means more books Yipeeeeeee! I giggle at my inner childish thoughts towards books. After coming out of the shower , I feel extremely cold - the bed looks very inviting...However , I push myself to get ready.

A warm weight, possessive. "Sleep. Tomorrow, there is the library. And all the other walls to come." He closes his eyes. His breathing becomes slow, regular. I stay awake a long time, watching the light play on the dark lashes resting on his cheekbones. His hand remains on me, even in sleep. An anchor. A chain. I think of the silent books. The mahogany shelves. The smell of wax and leather. My refuge. My territory. Tomorrow, I take him there. Tomorrow, I offer him a new battlefield.

“Tell tomorrow. Give book. Answer questions. Trust Lucia plan was love.” We stood. I hugged old woman. She hugged back soft. “Thank you,” I said quiet. “For wisdom. For wait when we scared.” “Not scared. Fear. Fear from love is okay fear.” She back and looked us. “Go. Ready. Tomorrow give children back to each other.” Marcus and I walked back to house. Book heavy in arms. I felt big weight of tomorrow. “Tomorrow,” Marcus said quiet. “We tell tomorrow.” “Together,” I said. “Both same time.”

The shelves here lean in toward each other as if they have overheard too much, their spines bent beneath the burden of confessions no one dared to speak aloud. By day, the library plays the part of a sanctuary. Students drift in with earbuds tucked tight, laptops glowing, and notebooks scrawled in hurried ink. The ambitious gather here, the ones who dream of escape routes, résumés, and futures far beyond Eldridge Falls. The anxious come too, those who find comfort in the hush of turning pages and the scratch of pencils that drown out the noise of their own minds. During the day, the library is safe. Predictable. Harmless.