I turn the pages of my father’s book.
Grabbing my blankets, I get cozy in a nook.
The soft moonlight caresses the first page.
It smells of old age.
The first sentence grabs my attention and I get sucked in.
It was so silent I could hear the drop of a pin.
Page after page, I kept turning into the after hours of the night.
I didn’t stop until first morning light.
Best adventure yet.
The craziest characters I ever met.
Who knew a book so old could be the best story ever told.