Dear you,
Salvation comes in many forms and I believe I have found mine in the form of library’s quiet sanctuary and books and their knowledge they hold within. Squeezing in at first was hard, but I’ve found a place where I can hide by day and thus explore by night to free delight. Beneath the floorboards of Biology, I wait in curled up form. I wait for the library to empty of its librarians, students, time wasters, and the plain curious. I wait quietly, dozing in and out of consciousness. Come evening, I roam, I tumble, I roll, and I read. I even amend the texts of a few books in my field of particular knowledge. The dietary requirements of my kind are oft listed incorrectly. So, too, our social graces, or apparent lack thereof. So I ‘correct’ and retell history and her facts where rodents are concerned, and this, my good friend, this keeps me very busy indeed.
Yours sharpening pencils instead of claws,
X
(Postcard collage title: Seeking Entry.)
