Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)

Limited Time

I ran towards home.

Excited to go back to the page where I left off last night. Reading still serves as my therapy from the noise of yesterday. The smell of newly bound pages still sends me that exciting sensation.

As I read further and further, the amount of time gets shorter. The darkness of the night started to loom over the quiet afternoon. And by the time that I needed to prepare myself to go to sleep, I cried.

Realizing that I'm really moving towards my adulting life.