I see it
I hear it calling out to me from the shelf.
I pass by it on my multiple runs to assist customers.
I finally cave.
I buy it
I get it home and stack it up all nice and neat, maybe take a few pics for social media. And then…
I let it sit on a shelf for a while and get dusty until one day,
I get a wild hair,
I pick it up and move it to the nightstand for a bit of late night reading.
I get real comfy in bed, with a sweet candle and maybe a tea.
I open the book.
I pass out. It’s only 8:30. Welcome to trying to read like you could as a fourteen year old when you’re almost thirty.
