creative writing

On the velvet blue chair a girl sat, mind lost in the words she read in front of her. Beyond acres books sat stacked so high she seemed lost in a town of paper. Above her head stood a beakon of light, illuminating the pages and bringing the pictures to life. Under each book, another lay still waiting for a human to gather the knowledge it holds. Over the city flying novels finally break free leaving the little girl in her peace. under the mess, only inches of red carpet is seen