I passed by my fireplace. Oranges, yellows, and reds, dancing on thick logs behind silver bars.
I headed towards the bookshelf on the wall, and picked up my favorite book. I’ve read it a million times, but it still excites me.
I sat down on the couch, in front of the fireplace, and started to read.
My mother called me from outside, “SWEETY! Uhh, get outside, NOW!”
“Coming!” I rolled my eyes, t...