• I walk along the halls of books,
    Dust floating in the air.
    I find the perfect story for me,
    And sit right in a chair.
    I open the blue satin cover,
    To find quite a surprise.
    A little girl stares up at me,
    With intense beady eyes.
    I drop the book onto the floor,
    And let out a tiny gasp.
    A micro hand peeks from the story,
    pages making a dry rasp.
    I crawl up onto my previous seat,
    letting out a little scream.
    I lost my balance right then and there,
    and woke up from my dream.