Frost decoratively lined the windows, and Tamantha wondered what would happen to them if she wiped the window down. The frost was outside, but would it break, melt, or fall?
She found that it did not. Still, the library was more than dusty. She wondered just what the hell she'd been doing for the past few months. Why did no one visit the library? What was the use? And still Tamantha refused to leave.
Now, one could not mop the floors and then dust the shelved - the floors would just get dirty again. Tamantha, with her hair brushed back in a bandanna and sleeves rolled up, began to de-shelve the books, making sure they stayed in alphabetical order. Later, she intended to add the new collection of books she'd gathered recently from friends and herself. Figuring she could sort them together now, Tamantha went upstairs to get her books. She picked up the box of dusty books to take back down. The books were stacked high and she could barely see above them. She really was stubborn... wanting to take them all in one go. Carefully, she took half the steps down until she consequently tripped, shrieked and fell down. She was fine, but books were everywhere - one the stairs but especially at her feet. Some had even hit her head. "Owowowow, motherf-" Tamantha started, attempting to stand, just as the door to the library opened and someone came in.
