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