I turned the final page. A smile across my face reaching out to my eyes. It was yet another happily ever after. So pretty is the world of books- a place where you find your true self, where dreams meet hopeful realities. An expression of love, happiness, pain and a plethora of emotions all packed together in a bunch of pages.
I have always lived in this world, the world of fantasy, possible impossibilities.
And so am I, sewing one. Every day the needle down and up, stitch by stitch for the perfect blanket that would engulf me in its warmth, enough to hold me together for forever.