That Rainy Night...

That rainy night, I lay tossing and turning in my bed, unable to sleep. I abandoned my efforts to sleep and opened my eyes. As they slowly adjusted to the darkness, I saw the glossy cover of my book gleaming. 

Not being able to resist, I switched on a light and began reading. The experience was different at night when the author's exceptional descriptions seemed too real when the character's dialogues seemed to make a sound when all the printed letters came to life.

With that, I got sucked into the extraordinary world of ink, not knowing what will happen next.