It was a quiet morning.

Sun was bearly up so the hole libery filed with silence.

It is so quiet, to quiet.

The shiny green cover of a large book occupide my vision.

'Urban legends' written in gold.

It's hard to miss even if you are bad of sight.

Drawing of troll on my tablet screen is an accurate presentation of texts in that book.

It will be a great addition to my game.

It has been only an hour but I have done more work then I have hoped to.

It's was 6 a'clock when i got here.

Now it's 13.

Wait, 13?

Have I lost track of time?

I taught only an hour past by.

No, I know hour past by.

Mabye libery clock stopd working ?

No, it's working perfectly.

Mabye it was working wrong the hole time?

No, it was corect when I got here.

I will just check my phone. I left it on the book.

Where is the book?

It is a huge green book how did I lose it?

It was to be here somewhere. Just where?

Not on the desk, not on the other desks , not on the floor, not on a shelf I took it of.

It's in tiny trolls hands.

Troll?

I, ah, a tiny troll going between shelfs, several big books in hand.

A tiny troll, with a huge green head and my book in his arms.

A tiny troll in a purple shirt with my book in his arms.

A tiny troll, running in libary with my book in his arms.

I have to follow it.

Am I following a tiny troll true the library?.

It's so fast, I can barely keep up.

Is it running?

No, it's going quite slowly actually. From one leg to the other. I just keep running.

I can't keep up.

He turned a corner.

Do I need that book? Is it that important? What if behind that corner is something I never hoped to see. Will it scare me? Or will I turn a corner just to see nothing? Mabye I imagined it? Mabye my book is on my desk, the same as I left it?

I did start a new medicine. I get so much nowadays that I don't even ask what's in it. It's supposed to finally make me happy. Is this happiness? Should I turn the corner? No, I should go back. Doctor Mailo wouldn't like it if I told him I saw a troll running in the library. I need to get back.

I turned the corner.

The tiny troll stud there. The tiny troll stud there holding my book.

The tiny troll stud there in front of a guy.

A guy?

They look like they are talking.

What are they talking about?

The tiny troll gave my book to the tall male.

He was trying to find something inside.

As he tried to find something between all the words his cream blond hair kept going in his eyes. The look on his face showed obvious frustration.

'That's my book' my mouth moved on my own.

'Oh' that's all he said. Clear discomfort on his face.

Three of us stud there in silence.

'Tinky' the man called. Tiny troll shivered.

'Did you snatch her book?' the tiny troll looked shamefully on the ground.

The guy in his twenties let out a huff. He stretched his arm out to its full length and handed me back my book.

I took a long look at them.

I must be lucid dreaming. That's the only explanation. There is no way this is true.

I let out a long rusty laugh.

'I must be dreaming! No way that's real! '

'Mis-'

'Oh I will give you names! The troll can be Tik-wiki and you can be Carly!' this can't be real

With a look of confusion the duo left. Both despairing in a blink of an eye.

I wasn't stressed.

The medicine is working.

I wasn't stressed.