The book
Rests quietly
On the
Table.
It waits
Patiently
For you
To come.
The hours
Pass as if
Nothing could
See it.
When night
Arrives, the
Book sighs
And falls.
The sound
Of a hard-
Back hitting
The floor.
You jump
Up from
Your slumber
On the couch.
The book
Is waiting
For you
Now.