bedtime story

I wipe my tears as I close the book of us.  In reality, I always knew that I'd have to bring it back sooner or later. It was never mine, stolen from the cart of books on reserve for others.  I must looked through it thousands of times in the past few weeks, trembling and tortured. Never have I felt that the author understood me so well and was guiding me along so patiently. Just couldn't help myself and tore off the corner of the best page as a momento, I can't leave empty handed. Despite it's bent and dented cover, it will always be my favorite story.