When I was a little girl and scared of the dark, I started to sleep with all the lights on in my room and would leave my door wide open to let any light from the hallway in.
2. Suddenly, I looked up, and there was a library lady standing over me. My mother's hands had dropped to her sides. From the floor where I was lying, Mrs. Baker seemed like yet another mile-high woman about to do me in. She had immense, light, hooded eyes and a very quiet voice that said, not damnation for my noise, but "Would you like to hear a story, little girl?"
Suddenly, they were everywhere, and there I was being looked down upon.
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