A cold glass of water on a sticky, summer morning. A cup of hot chocolate and a warm blanket in front of the fireplace on a dark, winter night. The bright autumn leaves falling as you breathe in the crisp fall air. The bloom of flowers once again after freezing winter months.

I trace my fingers across the words as they morph into something else. Suddenly I’m in the middle of the battlefield watching as a sword is plunged into the king’s stomach. I’m a fugitive, running away from the law, convicted of something I didn’t do. I’m the long-lost daughter of a hidden kingdom, needed to save the kingdom from despair and evil. I’m an assassin, trained to kill, but soon find out that I’m assigned to kill my twin brother.

“Dinner’s ready!”

I snap out of the trance, back into reality. I glance at my book, missing the rush of adrenaline already. I sigh as I close the book and descend the stairs, enveloped again in the tedious, monogamy of everyday life.