She sits on your nightstand.
Tempting, she says
“Look, here's a flashlight.”
You roll over, stuff your pillow over your head.
“Leave me alone,
I'm trying to sleep,” you mumble. “I have to go to school tomorrow.”
She smiles wickedly.
“So? You had to stop
in the middle of
the most exciting part.”
You burrow under the covers. “C'mon,” she pleads,
“just one chapter.”
You sigh in defeat.
“Fine. One chapter.”
You reach for her.
Turning page after page
you finish and close her, exhausted but excited.
“I need the second book!”
you mutter, then
tumble into sleep
for a very short time.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up,
wake u- OUCH!”
You slam the snooze button
on your alarm clock
and fall back asleep.
“WAKE UP, WAKE UP! 30 MINUTES UNTIL THE BUS COMES”
You roll over groggily.
SLAM! You hit your alarm clock. “OW. What did you do that for?” He is hurt. “You never hit me.” You groan, “I'm tired.
I was up late.”
He snorts. “Up until
three in the morning,
gallivanting with HER.”
He points to the book
by your pillow.
She looks up mischievously.
“One chapter, huh?”
You ignore her
and go get dressed.
After school you go to the library and check out the second book.
It is as good as the first,
and in the middle of the night
you hear, “C'mon,
just one more chapter … Please?”