The library of books opened up in front of me. The shelves were huge, up to the ceiling, thousands of books were awaiting me. A lifetime of dreaming and fantasizing, a library of worlds. Nothing could ever be more appealing to me. The smell of old pages was fascinating and enchanting, the secrets each of the books were hiding were empowering. I had never felt like that ever in my life before. The world was mine.I had been given the key to eternal happiness, the key to everyones dreams. Life could never be boring again. I was just staying in front of millions of friends I was going to meet, destinies going to be crushed and lovers going to be reunited. I was… Amazed. Suddenly I realized I was afraid. Afraid of losing such a huge treasure, afraid it would suddenly dissapear, afraid of the real world. And my fear was justified. The infinity of books were fading away, disappearing into nowhere. The pain was crushing me. Someone was stealing everything away from me. It was morning. The dream was gone, my real life interrupted my paradise.