A "man" of letters (OTA)

[iamhumanity]

That he now had bookshelves and a chair that sat next to a fireplace in which to read was a marvel. At first, the creature had crouched in his room long after the workmen had left, not daring to touch. It was only late that night when he'd lit the fire, sat in the chair, moving it to place it just right. He hadn't slept; it felt too decadent, too human.

Since then, he had almost expected it all to vanish, to be punished for his hubris.

So far, it hadn't happened; when he had returned from work, the room was still the same, pristine and remarkable. So, on this day, he ventured out despite the weather to the bookstore and music store. He had shelves to fill, a room to fill with music. If pressed, he didn't know how he would describe how he felt. This was all entirely new.