They do exist......

As I sit in front of these keys, a catalogue of ‘imaginary people’ makes itself comfortable on my writing table, indolently, beside me. I attempt entry on this dull day but find it only fair to mumble a few apologies for the mind-numbing space between postings. But only barely audible. You see, a few days ago, as it happens, I received a bundle of books, and have shamelessly allowed myself to get lost within the pages.

That anyone would read from a Kindle stings me into a respectful silence. Preference, I suppose. Me? I just happen to love the feel of the page between my fingers as my eyes slip across a Verdana or a Georgia Typeset. And, it is especially comforting to see these books all lined-up along the many shelves that warm my rooms.

Do they egress behind closed doors, whence they live? Do they tip-toe along the top of my writing table to meet up with others?

     Does Max* spread her wings and fly through my rooms hoping against all hope to soar alongside Saphira**?

They slip out from between the pages, the ones that my eyes have brought to life, and while I sleep, they live, they are free.

These characters could not possibly step out of a Kindle. The ‘Kindelites’, after all, live lives of quiet impermanence. Mere Passers-by, and when the screen is dark, they simply fade away. How sad.

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