A book is all it took. Stumbling on the first words, like a baby taking its first steps. There was a meaningful pleasure when finishing the first book.

It hit me hard, as I took in as much as I could. Every day felt like an adventure. Every page felt like a new beginning. Timeless.
Suddenly, all the breaths I took turned into, 'one more page'. Next thing I knew, my room was a bibliotheca, they covered my walls to floor. One pile almost reaching the ceiling. It was a like an obstacle of paper written with meaning.

So now I can rest happily, knowing that I have read through the adventures they had to offer.

© Staircase