A Modern Day Elizabeth Bennett

One does not forget the smell of a freshy bought book

The smell of an old book, or the smell of their favorite book

Pages slide between my fingers, guiding my eyes to find the next hook to draw in my attention

Pause

Sip

Sip the warm, dark goodness as I fight off the coolness from the rainy window next to where I sit

Rain

Rain like the misty-eyed writings of Miss Austen in my lap

My eyes gazed past the water droplets racing along the glass, longing to see my Mr. Darcy strolling up the drive

Eyes growing heavy from the warm liquid and the soothing pitter-patter of the rain

I slip into a soft sleep

Cozy

Warm

Dreaming of my Mr. Darcy’s embrace

Safe and sound I am again