Curling up With a Good Book

Curling Up With a Good Book:

Joy is sinking into the welcoming cocoon of cloud-soft pillows beneath you and opening the weathered, wrinkled spine of your favourite book. The dog eared pages and smudged words bearing the effects of love.
It's to allow the beautiful thoughts and dream of another to become your own, to allow them to become the beginning and end of your thoughts, an infinite expanse for you to explore.
The words lift from the page and engulf you, blocking out reality.
In this moment, the only world that exists is the one that you hold in your hands and that world becomes yours...

You venture across a dusty plain, a lone cactus being the only bystander to your escapades. Bulging beneath you, lie the sturdy muscles of the lionhearted stallion you ride, they surge with adrenaline, fighting your control to dust away the cobwebs and regain their former glory.
With one, marginal nudge of your golden spurs, you're off. Trigger-gun...
Racing across the sandy stage, you're completely free, held by nothing but the backdrop of the aethereal setting of the molten sun.

You power through the bracken and the debris of forgotten lives that lie in the wake of time. Lying abandoned in bushes of brambles, are relics, protected by the thorns of their lodging.

Swirling above are two vultures surveying the surroundings for signs of food, that you so wish you had, there's not time to stop...
You keep running, the consistent thud of your feet shattering the void of silence into fragments.
Not long now...
You've done it. You've reached the cloaked crest of the mountain and are rewarded with a view that fills you with happiness, it's better than the one possessed by the birds and in the corner is the scoured-for, patch of periwinkle, dancing amidst the cracked, dusty lands.

The colossal wings of your scaled mount batter the untouched air into stillness and you feel instantly revitalized. You never feel more alive than when you reach such altitudes, it's as though your earthly problems were dissolved into the rain that falls a few thousand feet below. Yet, at the same time, you never feel more at home than when you can feel the convulsing muscles and joints glide beneath the spectacular light-show of smooth scales, which encase the good heart of your closest friend.
The dragon.

Between the two covers, you travel through unique and wonderful worlds, through times so unlike your own and you meet people you come to treasure and love. You live a million lives, each one so different from the next, submerging your mind with new knowledge about yourself.
Eventually, you reach the final pages and the worlds melt away and are replaced with a feeling of warmth and fulfillment - joy.