I stood in the doorway of a room lined with bookshelves up to the ceiling. It was warm and cosy, unlike the cold wet playground outside. I walked across to one of the many bookshelves and selected a book. I walked across to one of the soft, green armchairs in a corner. These chairs and bean bags were dotted around the room. I chose a chair next to the bay window. As I looked up a shaft of sunlight streaked across the room to a glass table in the middle. Light was reflected off the clear, green glass. I lifted my hand and pulled the blind across the window. Then I sat down in my armchair, opened my book and presently I fell into another world.