"OH MY GOD a library. How did you know I would like to visit a library?" I screamed.

"I didn't actually know you would like to visit a library. I brought you here to see the architecture" Sven shrugged

"But I'm more concerned about the books" I replied squealing.

The library was grey brick, looking cold and gloomy, sitting self-importantly at the centre of the street. Sven pushed me through the the brown swing door after it opened by pressing the disability button and we entered into a room with a tiled stained glassed floor and about fifty shelves fanning out from a central reception area. The lady at the reception desk was short with a pleasant pearly smile. Six or seven people were sitting at tables, deep into whatever they where doing. A man in a thickly knitted sweater was reading what looked like a magazine.

The library was beautiful and well kept. There wasn't any dust collected on the shelves as far as the eyes could see, spider webs was non existent around books. Clean polished shelves, and stands, tall florescent lamps hung from the book cases, the ceiling was high with coloured glass panels. The ground was sparkling with glass, books, and paper elegantly decorated the designs of the floor. The wall allowed small amounts light to filter inside. Complementing the pearly accents on the wall. Every step Sven took seemed heavenly in here.

Each step he took behind me sounded like he was walking on air. I lost my train of thought when he stopped and stood in front of me grinning wide. Exposing his deep imprinted dimples.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He asked rhetorically.

He was speaking but I couldn't hear a word. I was lost in the magnificence of it all. I was drifting in the clouds. My wheelchair rolled smoothly on the floors like I imagined it would in heaven.

All that was heard in the library were the faint chirps of birds outside. The hollowing of the wind could be heard faintly, and the rustling of papers catching the the echos on the wall.

As we continued inside we can see row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward making it the centre of attention. Books colour coded with stickers, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, young adults section, children's section with low shelves and floor cushions, comfortable leather arm chairs lined the left wall along with two bean bags, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness, librarian at help desk, hushed atmosphere punctured by the occasional rustling of paper, well designed carpet on the floor under the tables, computers for doing book searches, computers for surfing the web, people scamper about, people with laptops, tutors, students, business men and women, posters for book club on the wall, study groups, wall of magazines, shelves of CD's and movies, washrooms.

I took in all of it. Casting my eyes back and forth for the millionth time.

"I think I found love Sven. I never knew love until now. True unconditional love"

I was probably overreacting but I didn't care. I always wanted to visit a library but never did. Now I regret that I wasn't able to. I've been missing out on the best part of my life. It now seems like I've been living under a rock or with SpongeBob in his pineapple under the sea.

"You are so dramatic" Sven whisper chuckled.

"Who doesn't love a drama queen?" I asked smirking.

"I'm glad you love what you see but I have a specific room I want you to see. I discovered it in my teenage days. I'm not going to say how but I was glad I did"

"Well then push me away"

"We have to be really sneaky like we're out in the wild looking for treasure with a bunch of pirates. No one is to be trusted but ourselves. We can't allow for the others to find this treasure. Okay"

"Okay" I giggled.

This was fun. Scenarios, storytelling, acting, finding treasures. I'm so into this right now. Sven started pushing my wheelchair really fast through the space of the back bookshelf. We was in the back of the library now and there was a painting hung on the wall. The painting was abstract and so captivating. I made out shapes and flowers so many colours. The painting was like a burst of visual stimulation and emotional turmoil.

Sven lifted the painting and took out a gold key. Then he turned to the bookshelf next to the painting and removed the scarlet letter from the shelf. Behind that book was a key hole and he unlocked what seemed to be a door.

He opened the bookshelf and all I saw was darkness. Not a hint of light. No shadows or anything just pitch black.
He pushed me inside. At that point I was scared. I always hated the dark especially when you can't even see your own body. This wasn't exciting for me anymore. Sven closed the bookshelf behind him and all of a sudden I felt a panic attack was about to surface. This felt like a scene out of a horror books and I didn't like it one bit.

I have only been in the dark for a few seconds but it felt like eternity. I couldn't breathe, I was suffocating. I held my chest as I gasped for breath. Suddenly the lights was on and Sven came rushing by my side.

"What's wrong? Breathe Xavy breathe. In and out, in and out" he chanted.

I took some deep breaths following his instructions and soon I was back to normal.

"What's happened?" He asked.

I was embarrassed, this was the second time I had a panic attack Infront of him. I couldn't face him so with my head hanged low I answered.

"Umm I'm sort of scared of the dark"

"Oh I'm sorry I should have asked a question before doing that" he looked empathetic.