Faye sat in her Dad's old chair in her living room, curled up in her favorite blanket, and with music playing faintly in the background. Next to her on the table sat a stack of books she already had finished that day. She had the lamp on it's brightest setting, she had always been yelled at by her parents that reading in the dark would ruin her perfect eyesight. She was already half way through her new book, and she read very quickly.