I began reading Khavin's autobiography at 7:43 pm the day prior. It is now 12:28 am, and I've not yet finished the autobiography despite having been reading literally nonstop. Okay, not literally. A bookworm's gotta pee too, right? But I've been reading every minute of every hour outside of my bathroom, and occasional food breaks. And even those are ephemeral!
"Hey, what are you doing up at this hour?" My mother demanded as she unexpectedly barged into my room at midnight.
"Jesus, you scared me! I think the more appropriate answer is one as to why you're up at this hour in my room." I retaliated.
"I'm worried about you." She confessed. "I've noticed you've been staying up longer. Like, way longer. Is everything alright? You know you can talk to me if you're having any...issues, right?"
"Mom, I'm fine!" I laughingly persisted. "There's nothing to worry about. It's just..."
"Just what?" She endured.
"Just this book." I sighed. "Just...this book, this author, these words...all of him! Everything! It's so enticing!"
"Oh no, don't tell me I have to send my daughter off to book rehab!" My mother teased.
"No promises." I chortled.
Finally my mother had left me alone to luxuriate in Khavin's autobiography. And luxuriate I did for the last couple hours I could bare staying awake for. There was something about this book that was just luring me in, deeper and deeper into the antique pages. But then again...maybe it wasn't just the book.
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