The smell of papers pinned together in a handy size where human emotions are jeweled by choosy words, adds drama in my day.
That tall and colorful bookmark, hidden in between the pages, is always very inviting. I cuddle on a couch or on a bed, holding a book, day and night with my eyes as relaxed as my mind….
And unaware of time, I often slip into the world of sleep where I dream that I had fantasized, where I had created my characters.
I remain stress free and so does my eyes.