Bookish

She always sat in the corner of the book store, huddled in a corner with a cup of high priced coffee, barricaded by the shelves. Behind the walls were wars and love affairs, murders and rising kingdoms, things that couldn't possibly exist but she wished would. Every day she grew smaller and every day she grew bigger. She grew a spine, her ribs becoming covers to hold the writing of her insides, her fingers grasping the pages of her body. She sat huddled in a corner, barricaded by the shelves of romance and horror, waiting for someone to pick her up and read her.