I run my fingers across the shelves
Waiting for one to catch my eye
Row after row my fingers run
Failure takes a step closer
But there in the dusty corner
Hidden by the screen of forget
Lies the love of my life that will only last a couple of hours
Bright red with gold lettering
A hard skin protecting its insides
No telling what it’s like
But I have a good feeling
Gently I pick my discovery up
To me, it’s a block of gold
My breath stirs the grime on top
I back up slowly and sit on the carpeted floor
Ready for an adventure, I lift the hard cover
My eyes move from left to right
As the personality of the book in my hands is revealed
Mukilteo, Washington
