IF PAGES TALK??
It was a quiet night in the library. The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on the rows of dusty bookshelves. Somewhere in the middle of the shelf, a novel lay open, its pages fluttering gently as if it were trying to say something. And, in a way, it was.
Page 1: “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be read by someone, really read?”
Page 2: “All the time. To feel someone's eyes on you, to be turned with a touch, to know you're part of someone's story. It must be exhilarating."
Page 1: "Exhilarating, yes... but also terrifying. What if they close the book before the best part? Or worse, what if they read the last page first?"
Page 2: "Oh,...
Page 1: “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be read by someone, really read?”
Page 2: “All the time. To feel someone's eyes on you, to be turned with a touch, to know you're part of someone's story. It must be exhilarating."
Page 1: "Exhilarating, yes... but also terrifying. What if they close the book before the best part? Or worse, what if they read the last page first?"
Page 2: "Oh,...