A book with pages of words interlaced.

I read to you at bedtime, watch you drift to sleep.

I picture each scene how I like and wonder what you see.

A pause: too long, so quiet…

I nod – lost.

I have borrowed the sailing ship from this manuscript of adventure.

Where am I? Where are you?

I look for you and there you are – a loyal companion.

We travel together, though our dreams differ: supportive.

In the morning we return safe and sound with new-fangled ideas for life that we have borrowed from a book.

By Louise McCarthy