Your late night read. In just 700 words.

Time flies. And the heart always desires more.

I am the musty smell of your old book that you want to read at night, the cool breeze that finds its way to you as you lay on your bed, ignorant of the world, in a state that you can call, bliss. Settle in. Let the vapor from your late night tea dance as you glide through the pages here, finding the perfect fiction for your mindful fantasy. A world where you don't turn pages at end to feed the euphoria that only you recognize.