The coffee is rich, the sofa is comfy, and my blanket is warm. Let’s read.
The solid weight of a thick book resting in my hand is a comforting presence. That unique book smell is faint as my eyes move over the inked letters on the pages. The pages themselves flip with ease allowing the narrative to flow uninterrupted. Each page feels smooth between my fingers and wrestles softly when I turn them. I can feel myself falling into the book. I don’t fight it. The world written between book covers becomes my world, my adventure. A story for me.
By Shari Marshall – 2022 A to Z posts have been reserved for descriptive 100 word posts.