There's this book I've been reading lately. It talks about everything that I have wished to read in a manner so descriptive and vivid that time and again when I wake up from sleep, the book is always found in my embrace.
As it feels a bit reverse, the book sleeps on me. I turn over the pages when I start in the morning and I end it every evening only to sleep with it, mull over it while I sleep and start reading all over again the next morning. No matter how many poems, proses and stories move past me, I wish to read this one everyday, daily till the time I'm capable of sitting upright for everytime I turn the last page, I see you sitting on a foldable couch on the terrace turning towards me, offering me a seat to stare into the undying universe above with you.
As I sit down resting my back against the back support, you move yourself onto my lap and rest your head on my shoulder. We intertwine our fingers in each other's And talk about what I read today.
No wonder, I love this book. You.
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