Day 2: Shelfie

Good day, blessed readers! These shorts are not connected. They’re just whatever pops into my head when I look at my art.

She never felt more at home than with her books. And Brover, of course—named not because he was a cat that looked like a beaver, but because she had had a lisp until she was 18 and couldn’t pronounce “brother” correctly. The lisp still came back when she was nervous enough. But thankfully that was never a big problem, since she never went anywhere. She just came home from working at the library and curled up on the couch with her latest read, nudging the roomba to life with her foot.

Things were hectic outside of her apartment. Crime and impeachments and traffic accidents. She did what she could, donating a percentage of her paycheck to various causes. But when she picked up a book and unlocked the world within its pages, she could do so much more. In her books no one had to be afraid.

Thanks for reading!

Until tomorrow.