Note: I'm not quite sure this is what you had in mind but it's what my brain latched onto when I read about the possibly-sentient places. I hope it works for you.
And whether it's alive or not doesn't matter because she believes it is.
The Library holds her secrets, her beliefs and her fears. It keeps them close when she needs it to and releases them in the form of books when she's ready.
It's breath comes in the form of wind through open windows and it's heartbeat is the ticking of the old clock in the corner.
She knows that maybe it's just in her mind, knows that maybe it's not actually a thriving, living thing, but she doesn't give a damn.
Because every time she finishes a book and steps over the threshold into the world outside the library, it's like she's being born again.
She's the child of ink and musty pages. She's the little girl of the library and she loves her mother fiercely.
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Date: 2014-06-14 06:58 am (UTC)And whether it's alive or not doesn't matter because she believes it is.
The Library holds her secrets, her beliefs and her fears. It keeps them close when she needs it to and releases them in the form of books when she's ready.
It's breath comes in the form of wind through open windows and it's heartbeat is the ticking of the old clock in the corner.
She knows that maybe it's just in her mind, knows that maybe it's not actually a thriving, living thing, but she doesn't give a damn.
Because every time she finishes a book and steps over the threshold into the world outside the library, it's like she's being born again.
She's the child of ink and musty pages. She's the little girl of the library and she loves her mother fiercely.