Awaking Words

Several books were asleep on my desk. I awoke them abrubtly, only to discover that as they opened their pages, light flew about my head. Standing strictly still, the words from each of the books suddenly assembled themselves together and marched onto my arm and up my shoulders. After a brief moment, they dissolved. Each letter melted till at another glance, I could no longer see black print. But they were still there.

In fact, the words tickled and even pricked for the next few days. With each poke and pinch, however, I felt new breath. Bathing my mind with its soothing hands, this breath welcomed the light that was still dancing above my head. As the light soaked into my body like warm rays of an awaking springtime sun, I truly awoke. For, I had been asleep, just like the books.