Fictional world

I wish... I wish I could go back... to that world in the book. It was beautiful... the majestic forest, the loamy earth, and the sparkling sea. It calls to me and beckons me to its pages... reaching out. I say to it gently "I would love to come back... but the story is over and I can not return until another day, another time. The battles are all over, the feasts long gone, the heroes almost forgotten, and that plot can not go on." And the books pages turn in the breeze as it sings it's silent tune, calling me back, calling me back.

 

Laura are you bored? lol.

BTW...nice.

 

I can't tell if you're feeling better or not. At least that was really poetic.