I Hated To Turn Off The Lights

I hated to turn off the lights.

And put down the book.

I lived in the words.

And couldn’t explain that to anyone.

Five more minutes, please.

When the lights went off and the light from the window wasn’t enough

I kept the book close

So the story wouldn’t leave.

There was comfort in the imagination

The destination

The discovery.

Β Ask Elijah, he understands.


50 thoughts on “I Hated To Turn Off The Lights

  1. Yes, Colleen, you put into words this beautiful feeling of feeling close to a book, and yearning to be within is pages even thought you have to go to sleep! I don’t live this feeling much anymore, sadly, but it was prevalent in my childhood! Wonderful encapsulation both in words and in picture πŸ™‚


  2. I surely do relate to this! I have been “lost” in books since before I could actually read, and it has never changed. My recent dilemma is how to balance that wonderful feeling with keeping up with blog reading. I sure do wish I didn’t need as much sleep! πŸ™‚


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