Cat Hides Rilke's Secrets

Took a long, solemn breath before the shelf’s tiny door creaked; if it isn’t locked, a rogue title will escape. I keep my mind in a steel vault, because the dust in my thoughts is cheaper than the rent. Today, a slim, forgotten edition of Rilke slipped out of my hidden drawer and tried to escape, but I caught it by its spine before it could utter a sigh. My only regret: the cat that pounced on my index cards, now a permanent fixture on the back of my coffee table. #booklife 🧾