Enough

So the thing is, I’ve had enough of books.

I Wish

I wish I could go for a walk and be rid of the sight of pavement.

My Fantasy

I lay on my bed, down comforter exerting the slightest bit of pressure on my body. Eyes closed. The washing machine is on, towels gently rolling round and round, the sound like the heartbeat of an ancient oak tree. The subtle smell of the ocean and the periodic burst of air from the fan. Barefoot and stretched out, nestled between the pages of a book...I am content.