When a daydreamer meets her muse she learns that reality is better than an imagination.  ForewordLibraries were always her favorite place. A chair pulled up to a cool glass window with a cup of coffee sitting nearby always gave her comfort. The sudden movement to her left pulled her back to reality as her focus settled on her favorite person. A small smile grew on her lips as she took in the messy brownish hair and big brown eyes. If only she knew his name... Its the first story that Ive ever written so Id love feedback! Thanks for reading!!XOXO