she shuffled into the book store, the last flakes of snow melting into her hair. Her nose stung from the cold and her hands were numb, but she couldn't help smiling as she breathed in the smell of hot cocoa, candles, and book pages. For hours she sat,curled up in the corner with a cup of cocoa, a soft blanket, and a good book. Some thought of her as boring, but she was far from it, floating farther into a world of fantasy with each turn of the page. She was happy, and that's what mattered.