Reading for hours

Letting the world around me sour,

Transported into an enchanting tale

Becoming someone who is never stale.

I pretend to live my life like the main character

But then I realize, I'm not even the narrator.

My life is dull and boring.

Yet, I find myself snoring

Dreaming 

Of an amazing place;

Somewhere where I cannot be erased

Somewhere I can be myself.

Somewhere where there are no shortages of books on the shelf.

And maybe, if I would be so fortunate,

somewhere I am loved and not so unimportant.