Walking down the numerous halls, I finally went to the library. That room I had made my own private sanctuary. Lucien had made it clear to his staff that I wasn't to be disturbed while I was in there. I guess he got tired of the maids complaining about the piles of books I left everywhere. I had only a few more books left until I finished off the collection he had. Soon, Lucien would need to either let me go outside, or expand the room so more books could fit. I sighed as I flipped through a book. Honestly, it wasn't that interesting. There was no doubt I loved reading, but I needed contact with people too. I couldn't live my life through books. The staff weren't allowed to converse with me unless it was concerning something I needed.
Closing the book, I stood from the forest green crushed velvet chair I had been sitting in, and stretched. The library had a door that was always covered by a curtain. The curtain itself was a deep maroon color with more crushed velvet. I think Lucien was addicted to the soft material. I had stumbled across this secret door the fourth or fifth month I was here. Those memories seemed so long ago. Lucien had run off to the vineyard itself. There had been a bug infestation on a few of the grape clusters, and he had to be there to over-look the pest control. Before he had hurried off, he had explained briefly how to find the library. I don't think he ever expected me to find his secret door. I never revealed it to him either. The secret entry way led down a flight of darkened steps, with slimy walls that I refused to touch. I tried my best to not leave any trace of where I'd been, or what I had been doing. Once I was past the stairs, the ground beneath me turned from concrete to cracked earth. The next five steps lead to the most beautiful and exquisite places I'd ever seen.
"Oh!" I replied, my breath taken from me. I had seen it a dozen times since the first, and it took my breath away each time. The dark tunnel lead me to a magnificent field of lush green grass, and multitudes of flowers. The field was not as wild as I had thought the first time I came. The rare, exotic flowers were arranged in patterns, which made me wonder how often Lucien came here too.