library silence

"He wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolutely zero. No father, mother, girlfriend or lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence of a moth’s wing. An end to the agony of movement. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death."