I love to party. And by party I mean reading a book or two and take a nap. 

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A book is like a fresh air to me. It's good for my lungs and my entire body. A necessity to stay alive and function properly. 

That makes reading comes naturally like breathing.

When everything around suffocates me, all I have to do is get a book, take a comfortable space, start reading and zone out from all the hassle in life. For there is no better place to breathe but in the brilliant mind of a writer.

But writing is a different story. It's like eating your favorite vittles despite your allergy.

Even the mere scent of it is so enticing that makes you salivate. It feels good even more when you have it in your mouth. Letting your saliva melt it while closing your eyes to savor the sweet sensation it sends through your sweet tooth. Rubbing your tongue at your hard palate to quicken the process of melting. Then finally giving it the access to pass through your throat.

A sigh of satisfaction escaped from your mouth.

But after a minute or two, your allergy reacted and suffer the consequence.