Surreptitious. (Not a six word story)

 Sneaking into the library again, I tried not to wake my grandfather, sitting at the desk. He had drifted off, reading “War and Peace”. Who wouldn’t? No offense, I’ve never read it just to say I did, like this man is. I have my eye on “The Catcher in the Rye” which I’ve heard is a page turner, and not for kids my age. I’ve always been an excellent reader, and get good marks in school. But certain books older people talk about are not allowed at home, at least not in my room. That’s why I’m in my socks, surreptitiously skittering into the library, a forbidden journey in this home. There are so many rooms I’m not allowed, at least not without adult supervision. The library is my favorite, but I don’t like being monitored while choosing my books. So here I am, stealing across the room, hoping the book I want does not require the sliding ladder to obtain. I have been caught in here before, and not allowed any books for a week’s time. Well except for school, of course, and they’re just boring. Thank heaven my grandfather is snoring, so he might not wake when I do have to move the ladder,  quietly as I can. The books are alphabetized like most libraries, but not sectioned off in the Dewey Decimal System. Thank God for that too. Otherwise I would be in here way too long and surely be discovered. I push the ladder over to the left of the desk. The wheels cooperate, don’t squeak, and slide along the wood floor with hardly a sound. I climb, not easy in these loose socks, but I reach the Ts. I quickly grab the book and descend the stairs. I leave the ladder, no use taking a chance, and walk on tip toes to the door. He’s still snoring, success! I check outside the door, no one’s there. I run, skid across the ceramic tiles, and up the staircase to my room. And it begins, “If you really want to hear about it,”.