MIRA

(Two months later)

“Morning Jerry, what’s this door?” I ask Jerry, who’s passing through the hallway with a cup of coffee in his right hand and his left hand in the pocket of his pajamas. I point at a door in the corner of the hallway. His hair is still messy and his eyes soft, like he’s just awakened.

He halts, raising his cup of coffee as he gestures. “Morning Mira. Oh… that’s the library.”

“We have a library?” I ask, my forehead squeezing slightly as my eyes shoot ...