Hi

You opened me! I'm so happy. I didn't think any one wanted to read me. NO WAIT! Don't leave yet. You seem like a great person come sit next to me. I can't move unless you keep reading. I've been stuck on this bench forever. I get up and move over to stand next to a tree. So what made you want to read me in the first place. I'm as sorry as a book can be, but was that thunder you? I'll take that as a yes. Well where am I at the moment. A library? Book store?

As you answer my surroundings become a huge room filled with many unfinished books and stories. Oh. I'm not finished. Does that mean you're waiting for me to be finished. Hmmm you are a nice person. You read me even though I wasn't done. My surroundings return to the lone park bench. A shadow of a person comes and sits next to me. Is that you' or is it like an imaginary person. I don't know. Why is it that when it opens it's mouth it makes thunder. Are you trying to speak to me?

 How about we go some where less boring. My surroundings change to a nice park, but the bench is missing. Why did you decide to read me any ways I have a boring cover? Do you not judge a book by it's cover. Most people do. I'm sorry that I babble so much, I don't usually get some one who wants to read me. Well I must be the most insecure book you have ever read. Do any other books talk to you?

Oh! What a horrible book I am I haven't even invited you into my house. The scenery changes to a nice cottage by a river. I'm sorry if this is a bit lonely my writer doesn't give me characters. As I speak a small girl materializes in front of me. She stands looking distant like a small doll. She holds a paper that reads:

" You already understand why you can't have a main character."

Please ignore this scrap of paper my writer tends to get out of hand some times. So come inside. I walk past the girl as she disintegrates and open the door. Your imaginary character walks in with me. The inside of this cottage was practical. Do you want tea? As the thunder that is your voice rings in the sky a layout of tea for two begins to apear on the table. Your imagination sits down and sips the tea.

As I sit and watch you sip tea, thunder rumbles again, but this time your imagination says something," What is your name?"

I stare at your imnagination for a minute. My name is Konyv. I assume this time you not only asked that, but you imagined yourself saying it too. I guess that's how this is going to work. To be honest this is the first book I've ever been. I have no idea how to be a real book. I'm so very sorry.

Your imagination makes a very concerned face," I was pretty sure you were a book when I began to read you. How can you not be a book?"

I stare at you for a moment. That's true. The surroundings around me change again and we are at the park with a missing bench again. So, would you like to play on the swings? Swings appear in the park not too far away. You sit on one of the swings and I sit on the other side. There is still one swing between me and you. How do you like it here. I'm sorry to tell you, but since im the book you're reading i have to keep your imagination from cover to cover, start to finish, first to last words. Don't worry. I can't do anything to it, but please be careful, for I can not effect it, but it can effect me. So please try not to hurt me. Also try not to hurt my physical form. If I get wet or get burnt, it messes up my scenery. If you rip my pages out my memory of what was on that page is taken away, and can make my story ever so confusing. I would some day like to be finished you know, so please try not to ruin me before it is too late.

Oh I must be boring you. Your imagination yawns and stands up taking in the warmth of the sun. Is this what you are like. I honestly have no idea. I stare at you for awhile trying to figure out you wierd fleshy humans. You turn and look at me. Your face turns a slight shade of pink. Are you sick? Are you ok? You reply as the pink leaves your face," no I'm fine. It was just the sun."

Do you want me to get rid of it i can make it night time or if you want it day or maybe rainy. As my choices changed the weather changed. From sunny to night to rainy and everything inbetween. You sit under the tree and say nothing. Oh i forgot that humans sleep are you getting tired. Your imagination nods it's head. My scenery is cut in half by a giant cardboard spacer and my world begins to slow down and i watch as your imagination wisps away. Goodbye I will see you soon as the cover closes my world goes dark and I whisper to myself in the darkness. I hope you don't forget about me.