January 1, 2012

she wrapped herself under the blankets nice and snug, with the bit of light iluminating from de lamp sitting on her night stand in the corner by her bed. her eyes moved across the page with every word she read. the word around her no longer exists; she is in a world of her own, wrapped up in the book held between her fingers.
words that made her imagination conjure up images that felt so real. that is what a book does to you; it promisses you an alternate reality separate from your own.