confidently, your hand reaches for the door
and just as surely as it touches the chrome handle
wrapping its fingers around the curve like a serpent
your foot falls back a step systematically
as you pull with all of your might, as quiet as can be
and your foot clicks resoundingly upon the marble
as you pat down your windblown hair, and make it presentable
blowing warmth into your hands
of course, to warm them up, what else?
-
"click, click, click, click"
suddenly you're at the silent desk
as it stands inobtrusively, yet most assuredly there
your mouth forming different shapes inevitably
as you inquire as to where the object of your desire lies
the white haired, spectacled librarian plods slowly away
on the keys of the computer
as eyes squint and screw themselves up
and then you're on your tentative way upstairs..
coats brushing coats as people pass each other
and pantlegs rubbing together as you walk
"shh, shhh, shh, shhh.."
-
hurriedly, yet casually, you immerse yourself in your desired aisle
seven hundred to seven hundred ninety nine
and as your eyes flit from book to book
eyelids cold and blinking
as eyelashes just as surely go up and down
you quite distinctly hear the sound of books being put back in row
set down amongst the others upon the beige metal bookshelf
and the footsteps you think you hear in your ears are odd
because, like invisible people 
there is no one to match the click of a high heel 
or a lowly loafer..
"or maybe," you think to yourself, "i'm going blind."
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the "chunk, chunk", adding character to the otherwise silenced room
and your hands reach for books as well, books you hadn't thought of before
opening the leather covers, or plastic covers, sometimes even paper
and flipping pages randomly..
then closing it quite rapidly with a circus of dust
as you feel contented that you do not wish to read that particular one
and you just as surely add to the various "chunks" around the room
you begin to feel like part of the library crowd
without conforming..
-
after many seconds which were thrown away 
into the garbage can of unawareness
you find the book you had come to find
and you flip through it interestedly, just as another person strolls up..
standing beside you, in the same aisle, and you become uneasy..
"it's time to leave.." you think quietly to yourself
and so you walk to the other side of the room, flopping yourself down in a chair..
the worn cushions fitting your ass perfectly with their age of use
and you begin to read your book silently, except for the rustle of pages..
envelopped in your own little world of contentment..
yes, your trip to the library was not in vain.