The Pleasant Trance

I open the pages and the scent invades my brain

I smile and begin to take in the words

Scattered across the page

the words act as molds and the substance that fills them are the story

the story that tells a tale

a tale of wonder and of adventure

a chronicle never thought of before

and as I listen to the tale

I imagine that I'm trapped in the tale

and cannot leave until I finish

so my eyes become glued to the pages I read

and read

and read

until the last word fills my mind

and I have control of myself again

so I shut the book

pick up the sequel

and am lost all over again.