I do! Couches and ladders, such that I could search the shelves like Belle.
I spent a majority of my childhood in a bookshop which had dim lighting, a furry carpet, a bean bag chair and one large couch. The shopkeeper thought I was good publicity for reading, and allowed me to spend hours in the environs, usually lying on my tummy with my nose stuck in a book. I liked lying on the carpet best and can still remember how the fringes felt, and the scent of the fabric. I was very sad when the keeper retired.
Everything was cast with a golden glow in this reverie.
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Beatles