I handed in another book today.
Cover to cover, I read every word.
Putting the book down on the shelf, I felt myself getting rid of a world

A world that brought joy and tears to my eyes
A world where I connected to the protagonist.
A world that made me feel almost comfortable in my own skin for once.

I left the familiar world on the shelf and sat back in my seat, aching almost.
I shouldn't be this attached to a book.