So today, I curled up with my book and read. Nothing else, just me, my book, and a little pocket of time where everything else could melt away. The noise faded, the demands disappeared, and I travelled to times and places that don’t exist, yet feel vivid and enthralling. Worlds that captivate your imagination so completely you forget, for a moment, that real life is waiting in the wings. But the real world was still there, and far sooner than I wanted, I had to close the book and step back into the day, into reality, carrying with me that little bit of magic even as the world rushed back in.