“She couldn’t close her eyes”

With such an array of colors,

and so many different sizes,

it was impossible to choose only one.

Grabbing at least six off the shelves, she inspected them closely,

trying to find the one she would love.

Each one unique in its own special way,

each with its own fatal flaws,

she searched and searched to find the right book,

That would ease her curious mind.

And when she finally found it—just the right story,

The one hidden under a blanket of dust,

this girl brought it back home,

giving it a different kind of warmth—the kind brought about only by desire.

And as she entered this story,

her wonder grew large as the story traversed her mind,

And the sky grew dark,

but she kept on reading,

Because she couldn’t put it down—

She refused to close her eyes.