[ cw ] write about the strangest/scariest/saddest dream you 've ever had in less than 200 words .

When I was a little kid I wanted to live at the library. Books were my passion and my escape from my less than stellar surroundings. I always looked forward to going with my Nana: she would browse downstairs in the grownups area and I would go up the stairs alone to read for hours. 
 
 When I was eight, I started dreaming of the library. In my memory now it's brightly light with old wooden shelves, row on row. In my dream I am climbing the stairs to the children's floor, and I stop on the landing, halfway up, where there's a window looking over the lower level. I scan the rows, looking for Nana, like I always do. Quickly I pause, because where there should be a person, scanning the titles on the spines, there's now a skeleton, skull nodding slightly as he or she sees a book they like the look of. 
 
 Further along is another skeleton, and another, and another. They're all devoid of clothes, but carry handbags or umbrellas. At last I see the skeleton that's my Nana. She still has a head of wavy yellow-white hair floating over bone, and her handbag over one arm. She looks up, sees me, and waves.
