As she recorded each book on the inventory spreadsheet in front of her, Genevieve was oddly aware of her surroundings. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, much like having a muscle ache and constantly being aware of it. She was beginning to tire of looking anxiously around the room in regular intervals.
Maybe I should take a little break, she thought.
So she grabbed a copy of the new novel, sat back in a corner, and began to read.

Once again, Genevieve felt an odd sensation prickling through the air. This time it felt less like a breeze and more like something...intangible, indescribable.
Like a ghost is in the room, she thought.
Genevieve stood up and surveyed the storage room.
"H-h-hello? Is somebody there?" she asked, shivering.
Nothing happened.
Okay, this is crazy!!! My imagination is working overtime.
Genevieve shook her head, laughed, and sat back down.

The Lamplight on the Corner was the title.
Genevieve sat down and flipped eagerly through the new, crisp pages, as if this was the first time she had ever opened a book. She inhaled the scent of a newly- published book and smiled to herself. She couldn't wait to get started reading!
Ugh, she thought to herself as she glanced up, I still have to catalogue and unpack these boxes.
But that was alright, because she had plenty of time afterward to read.