Silent words surround me.

In the background,

A million worlds created.

Glory in the silence.

A sound I love to hear.

I settle down to read.

My eyes sweep across the pages,

And places are invented again.

Each character tells their tale.

Emotion wraps me up,

As she holds me to her swelling heart.

I cannot describe the wonder.

This, a stranger I will learn to love.

I anticipate the next adventure,

And a familiar pain tells me,

I have bitten my nails to the quik.

I suck away the blood.

I rearrange my legs.

I create a cocoon around my book.

I am unaware of anything else.

My stomach growls with hunger.

My legs ache to be stretched.

My heart is thundering,

But I refuse to be moved.

On my smudgy ink-stained fingers

I feel the brittle words,

And in the air I smell the scent

Of a loved and well worn novel.

And here I am again,

Home.