In a small dainty village, there lived a man, named Tomer. He loved reading. His days were filled with the dry rustle of pages, especially old pages of hard backs. He loved to spend his long days at the village library. He would read with the soft creak of bookshelves in the background, the sound of typing on a keyboard or the tapping of high heels along the wooden floors of the ancient library. Of course, the heels belonged to the beautiful new librarian. Today, she was wearing a pink dress and was a delight to behold. All these made him dream.
The library was modest. It held treasures. The distinct smell of antique books covered from floor to ceiling held secrets he tried to discover everyday. The new librarian was so kind to accept his late returns unlike Mrs Applebottom, who had just retired.
Tomer looked up from reading and saw the librarian struggling to shelf some books. She could not stretch her arms to reach the higher shelves.He quickly offered to help and ended up shelving all 150 books. He finished just a few minutes before the close of work. His shoulders were sore and his back was aching.
She noticed his discomfort and immediately made him sit down. She offered him a drink. Afterwards, she began to massage his neck and shoulders. Her fingers had its own rhythm. She caressed his hard back. It felt like running fingers over a hard cover with great excitement to know the secrets hidden inside. He could feel his muscles stretching as she kneaded over his neck over and over again. He forgot about books amidst the amazing chaos of kneading, tapping, pounding, stretching, and massaging over his body. Every finger that massaged him felt like bookmarks over the dog-eared pages of his back.
Her determined hands pressed on his back and it popped loudly with joy. He heard a whisper "let go and dream" Gradually he let himself fall asleep. He fell upside down into sweet pink dreams.