Words, Words, Words

I was in a house without books once.
It took me a moment to realize why the house seemed so empty.
I snuck away from the noise of the party to explore.
I thought, 
Maybe this house has a library.
Maybe, somewhere, there is a whole room dedicated to books.

I'll admit to being ever so slightly turned on by this thought.
Which was awkward.
At a Christmas party.

But it gradually dawned on me.
No books. Anywhere. 
Not. Even. One.

I couldn't decide if it was creepy or sad.
What I do know is that I got drunk immediately.
To forget.
And when I woke up the next morning, 
In my house, with my shelves filled with words and worlds,
I thought, creepy. 

Definitely creepy.

"A life without books is a thirsty life..." Stephen King