My Precious

What? I read. See, here it is a nice sunny morning and I'm reading. I look fabulous reading, by the way.


Sometimes, I prefer to hold my book close. It's a special time for us - me and the book. We bond. I cradle it in my arms and think about how it will make me strong, smart, and powerful. I love the book. My precious, precious book.

They want to take my precious. They covet it. See how they look at it. I must protect it from them, because it's mine. Mine! MINE!