Sitting in my favorite chair
with my knees pressed up against my chin.
I have a book open
and my eyes dart from line to line.
A cup of tea sits on the side table
getting colder and colder.
I ignore it, instead focusing on the book
and words written on its pages.
Reading the words so fast
that they become paints on a canvas.
Escapism and immersion fills my blood
warming me from the inside out.
I am engulfed in the entire world
that this literary work creates.
I leave my own world behind
and join this new one.
Instead of spending my lazy Sunday in my room,
I spend it in any world that I choose.