No you aren't

With your narrow escape in the back of your mind you slowly crawl out from under the trapdoor. It appears that you have exited behind a statue of a couple in deep pasionate love under an old oak. The thing is that the oak seem keen on taking part in the lovemaking. It's roots moving in slowly as the lovers approach an earthshattering orgasm. Weird how just a statue can invoke such images.

You look behind the statue and find yourself among so many book.