Pages in the Dark

On rainy days, the weather is often cold. For people like me, when you’re alone, cold nights are best spent with a good book. Few things feel better than a good book on a rainy night. The gentle patter of raindrops on the ground and your roof, the distant rumblings of thunder, and the sensation of the cool winds caressing your skin.

Often, a thick blanket and a cup of tea to warm you up accompanies the book. Although, some books have the fantastic ability to do the warming on their own.

So, imagine a rainy night. The rain gently falling, the thunder rumbling lightly, you ensconced in your blanket and a cup of tea by your side. You pick up your book, and you discover the pages are stuck together. What was supposed to be a relaxing night rife with pleasure has turned into a frustrating time.

The timing is perfect and the environment is right. You know that the book will crown your night. It will take you to the heights of nirvana. It will truly make you happy. The book is right in front of you, but you can’t enjoy it.

You flip through the pages, and some pages open up. The content of those open pages confirms what you’ve always known. The book is everything you’ve dreamed of. It’s funny because you’ve been looking for that particular book. And when you finally get it, you can’t read it.

Just like you, I’m alone, and it’s a cold night. I am trying to read you, but your pages are stuck. I have flipped through the book and found unstuck pages. In those pages, I saw your smile, and it was like the morning sun illuminating a field of lilies. I heard your laugh, and if roses could sing, that’s what they would sound like. Warm, husky, and loving. I saw your eyes light up with joy. I observed your curves and your edges, and I realized what John Legend meant when he said “love your curves and all your edges”.

In those fleeting glimpses, I saw a book I’ll come back to every day. A book I’ll never tire of. But sadly, the pages are stuck. I want to unstick the pages, but I don’t know how to. It’s unlike any book I have ever held before. It’s rare, it’s a classic, and it’s a limited edition. If I pry each page open, I may end up without the book.

I sit on my bed in the dead of the night. My head is filled with thoughts of this book. These thoughts have swirled through my head throughout the day. When the world is asleep, it swirls with even more intensity.

And that’s where I’m at currently. Wanting so desperately to read my book, but with no idea how to unstick the pages.

As we say in my country, #insidelife.