It had been a long day. Such. A. Long. Day. Sharon had spent a long time at the library today. Now that wasn't that unusual, it was where she worked after all. But Sharon and her colleagues had found that some of the students had found it crazily hilarious to rearrange the books. Mostly they had moved the books of artistic nudes and other books that discussed nudity, erotica, or even just biological functions to the "New Releases" section. They had also replaced the "New Releases" sign with one that read "Hot New Releases." They thought they were so clever. But this super fun joke ended up with a ton of extra work for the librarians. The pranksters probably hadn't thought of that, but that didn't make all the extra work Sharon had had to do any easier or less taxing.
Finally, though, Sharon was opening the door to her own home. She was so looking forward to being in her own personal library where everything was just so. No prankster students were getting to her books, thank God. Sharon usually found peace among books and now she would get to have that again.
The house was quiet when she walked in. Her husband and daughter must have been out getting dinner. Luckily her husband fully understood what kind of day she had had and was taking up the duty of making dinner. Normally, Wednesdays were Sharon's nights to make dinner, but here Aaron was, saving her from having to put thought into anything else that day. She couldn't love him more.
But there was no telling when they would be home and Sharon desperately needed a few moments to herself, so she went to her home office. Office wasn't quite the right word, but Sharon didn't want to call it just her library because she really thought of the library she worked at as her library. Mostly she called it her office/library, but when she said that people tended to have a lot of questions and then explaining all of that ended up being so not worth it when she could just call it her office. She chose that one because she found out that if she called it her library, people always wanted a tour and she preferred to keep it more private. Her closest friends got tours, of course, but not every person they had at their Christmas party.
Sharon walked into her office/library and froze. No. Not here. Not here too. Her books had been rearranged. Had the pranksters found out where she lived? That was truly malicious. But...no...the books hadn't been rearranged in an inappropriate kind of way. Actually, it looked like the books had been rearranged in perfect alphabetical order. Sharon had mostly sorted them by genre, but she did have to admit that that system got a bit confusing when one book fell into multiple genres. This way, every book could be found as long as Sharon knew the author and, to be honest, Sharon knew all of the authors.
She was still admiring the new system when she heard her husband and daughter come home.
"Sharon?" Aaron called.
"In my office/library!" Her husband and daughter knew what she meant.
Her daughter, Penelope, ran to her and flung her arms around her mother. Sharon didn't know how badly she had needed a hug from her until then. "Do you like it, mommy?"
"Like what, my love?" Sharon asked as she tucked some of Penelope's hair behind her ear.
"Daddy helped me rearrange your books. I thought this would help you find things better."
Aaron joined them and looked a bit apprehensive. "I hope you like it," he said.
Sharon kissed the top of Penelope's head before giving her husband a peck. "I love it, but I will love dinner even more."
(Prompt by me)
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Finally, though, Sharon was opening the door to her own home. She was so looking forward to being in her own personal library where everything was just so. No prankster students were getting to her books, thank God. Sharon usually found peace among books and now she would get to have that again.
The house was quiet when she walked in. Her husband and daughter must have been out getting dinner. Luckily her husband fully understood what kind of day she had had and was taking up the duty of making dinner. Normally, Wednesdays were Sharon's nights to make dinner, but here Aaron was, saving her from having to put thought into anything else that day. She couldn't love him more.
But there was no telling when they would be home and Sharon desperately needed a few moments to herself, so she went to her home office. Office wasn't quite the right word, but Sharon didn't want to call it just her library because she really thought of the library she worked at as her library. Mostly she called it her office/library, but when she said that people tended to have a lot of questions and then explaining all of that ended up being so not worth it when she could just call it her office. She chose that one because she found out that if she called it her library, people always wanted a tour and she preferred to keep it more private. Her closest friends got tours, of course, but not every person they had at their Christmas party.
Sharon walked into her office/library and froze. No. Not here. Not here too. Her books had been rearranged. Had the pranksters found out where she lived? That was truly malicious. But...no...the books hadn't been rearranged in an inappropriate kind of way. Actually, it looked like the books had been rearranged in perfect alphabetical order. Sharon had mostly sorted them by genre, but she did have to admit that that system got a bit confusing when one book fell into multiple genres. This way, every book could be found as long as Sharon knew the author and, to be honest, Sharon knew all of the authors.
She was still admiring the new system when she heard her husband and daughter come home.
"Sharon?" Aaron called.
"In my office/library!" Her husband and daughter knew what she meant.
Her daughter, Penelope, ran to her and flung her arms around her mother. Sharon didn't know how badly she had needed a hug from her until then. "Do you like it, mommy?"
"Like what, my love?" Sharon asked as she tucked some of Penelope's hair behind her ear.
"Daddy helped me rearrange your books. I thought this would help you find things better."
Aaron joined them and looked a bit apprehensive. "I hope you like it," he said.
Sharon kissed the top of Penelope's head before giving her husband a peck. "I love it, but I will love dinner even more."
(Prompt by me)
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