Probably the umpteenth time I’ve hurt my spine falling down from the bed, in an anxiety to know what’s going to be happening the moment I flip over to the next page in my book. And man, it does hurt hard! I’ve been sitting in the same place for like 3 hours in a stretch, and my limbs hurt. Yet, I’ve no intention of getting up and going about to do something else, or call it a day.
The only I time I don’t think twice about spending a fortune is when I shop for books. There, that pretty much sums up where all my money goes.
The feeling to get back home to a good book is simply irreplaceable. Helps me live in a parallel universe, heals me, helps me placate myself.
Books….only they have the power to hold me up💖