May 30, 2008
By Ali Jensen, Park City, UT

The pages flying through my fingers
I sat beneath the sun
Not feeling its warmth
I was too immersed in my own fun

I shouldn’t be in Forks
Standing across from a vampire
I most beautiful thing I’d ever seen
But I knew I wasn’t there

I was at home in my dreary life
Alone on a Friday
Happy to read my book
Not thinking about my day

Because I wasn’t
I was somewhere else
Caught up with imaginary characters
Not even realizing myself

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