J.R.R. TOLKIEN

The book that I’ve read,
dark blue and mysterious like a clump of fog in the air,
attractive like a whiteboard eraser to a whiteboard,
collaborative like a group of pupils working on a project,
it now smells like the water of the seas.
It stays in a box with its friends,
completely still like a human sleeping forever that won’t need burying.
It reminds me of the time I read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Extraordinary because I adore it like I was the first person in the world to read it.