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.

 Ask Elijah, he understands.