I imagine the cover creaks as I open it.

The spine roughened by touch.

Feelings envelop me.

The past is rushing back.

I’ve done this many times before.


Now, I tell everyone to “Hush!”

The air begins to crackle.

Electric current building.

Then… I begin to read.


Starting at the beginning.

Enter a world unlike any other.

An adventure awaits inside.

This is what it’s like to read.


A book is a way to travel

To places not yet seen

Or pretend that life is better

Than any of us could dream.


Stories will end.

But, I’ll never forget

That smell and scent

Of a brand-new book

Waiting to be read.