And as my eyes slid shut,
the pages took a nose dive down to slump on my chest
The words slid through my skin and into my dreams
They were words of adventure
Beauty and ink forming tales of passion in my mind,
Stories of a world where the hero can take any shape
And tonight that shape is mine
I had returned to the comfort of a classic to spend some time before sleeping
Asleep, I still knew the story inside and out
The words bled through the layers of the real world and into my imaginary one
Asleep, I watched as the letters reform into shapes,
creating a new world for me to explore
I wake, still feeling the weight of a sword at my hip and the breeze of adventure on my face
There is a desire within me, responsible for pulling the words in as I slept
I am a reader and writer who longs to put the paper down and become the character
I want to live in the sea of letters that that I devote so many hours to reading and writing
I read along as Peter and Wendy fly, fight, and duel
I sigh as they accidentally fall in love, being too young to understand how it will change them
I am too busy daydreaming to see the possibility of experiencing love with my eyes open
I envy the magic written for my favorite characters rather than creating and living my own
When I wake up, I fill blank pages with words that create worlds
I cling to my dreams just a little bit longer by reforming them and sinking them into the pages with my pen
As I scribble, I wish that the pages would fill themselves
I want to witness magic, so I write it
and re read it
And wait to fall back asleep into another adventure
