I love my bookshelf. Made from pine, it fits the aesthetics of my room. I am quite proud of it because I built it myself.
The bookshelf is adorned with books. Books that told me stories, given me ideas, and knowledge. I have learned a lot about my fellow humans from them. In fact, I love them exactly as they are. Can’t displace even one of them. You see, if I pick up the one titled Life, the bookshelf opens up to reveal the entrance to my secret lair.
Can’t risk anyone finding the bodies there. Never!
Word count: 97
Written for 100 Word Wednesday: Week 70
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