Unique_matures @Unique_matures
Gloria, sixty-years old, spread her legs and sat on a leather chair in the cozy ambiance of her vintage library. The warm sepia tones filled the room as she gazed at the stacks of books surrounding her. She wore a dark green mohair cable knit over the knee socks and a soft lighting illuminated the antique bookshelves. Gloria's backstory was one of love for literature. Her passion for books had led her to collect vintage wallpaper, ornate rugs, and framed portraits of famous writers throughout the years. She had even named her cat after Charles Dickens, who remained curled up on a velvet cushion nearby. Gloria's eyes glittered as she recalled the many hours spent lost in the pages of these books. She had read them all and could recite passages from memory. The memories were bittersweet, though, as Gloria realized that her love for reading had led to a disconnect from those around her. But despite this, Gloria knew that she would never give up her beloved books or the cozy ambiance of her vintage library.
