Care to join me?

Everyone who knows me, knows that I am a hopeless romantic. I live in other worlds, in other dimensions along a parallel of other lives.

I read my way to the edge of this continuum in the quiet of my room, and travel into a mystic labyrinth through the words that fill my eyes.





I have hundreds of books that occupy many rooms in my house. Books that are filled with people I’ve come to know – who have shown me places I’ve only imagined. Together we travel on horseback; in carriages; in flying machines; on the backs of Dragons. Together our wings carry us through clouds along the rim of the wind. I live in the future; I live in the past.




When I read, the characters come off the pages and sit next to me. Characters who get just as excited as I do when I pull the cowl over my eyes to camouflage my presence. Characters who talk sotto-voce as they watch me nock my arrow then flawlessly send it soaring to its mark.




When night falls and the house is quiet, I climb the stairs to my room and close the door on this space. I pick up the book that waits patiently on my bedside table, and I gladly step off the edge.









.....if you dare.