Follow me into a mismatched room upstairs, that’s illuminated by a soft yellow light. Tread carefully up the staircase with me, for this house is dim with switched off lights. As the moon coyly hides her light tonight, the breathing of slumber echoes melodically through the house.
Follow me, as I tiptoe into a corner of this room, where precious gems of bound spines with an enigma of decorated faces, or perhaps some plain, stand in allurement for my fingers to uncover their deep hidden treasures.
Follow me as I stand in there, breathing in their scent of earth and caressing their opaque black inked pages, as I sink into their words of enchantment to extraordinary, surreal lands of adventure, fantasy and climatic adrenaline.
Where the demands of reality fails to exist… Follow me into my magical moment of reading a book.