She slowly turned the pages of her book.
Reading had always been her favorite thing.
It opened the door to a whole new world.
Every fantasy was attainable.
Her mind swirled with fantastic images.
Handsome knights. Beautiful castles. Sunrise.
Sadness would always follow the last page.
The story ended, and the world returns.
If the pages could go on forever.
If her eyes could keep tracing sentences.
If she could dance to a new paragraph.
If she could stay and snuggle the letters.
But, management needs a cashier to work.
But, the teacher needs a student to learn.
But, her mother needs a daughter to nag.
But, her boyfriend needs a lover to touch.
Life is so tedious and trivial.
Why live in a world where nothing happens?
Why struggle when it gets you more struggles?
Why can't we all just stop and enjoy it?
Let the world race to its destructive end.
Leave the boss, teacher, mother, and boyfriend.
Let yourself get drunk on words of beauty.
Let your body tingle from sentences.
Feel the words forming a kiss on your lips.
Feel a chapter stroke your hair and hold you.
Feel the strong arms of a story grab you.
Let your mind make love to these ideas.
