wings

Time has grown wings in these past few months.
And I've been reading tons of books, which is of course one very good way to make sure those wings grow fast.
They lie on the shelf, lent to me or given as a birthday present, fatally attracting me. Dragging me into their parallel universes before I've even turned the first page.
Unlike Narnia, these universes do not return you to your own world at the exact time you left it. Also unlike Aslan's universe (and all the better for me),one is allowed to return to them at any age. At any time. At will. Or at fatal attraction...