Turn our Page.

And so, We begin.

Within the hour, you finished up all of my pages.

And with each and every second you stared into my soul.

I stared right back.

I noticed each perfection,

And imperfection.

Each splotch and blemish on your face was now ingrained into my brain.

For the rest of eternity.

You gently rest me down beside you, and stare off into the distance.

"My name is Alice."

Oh?

So you do have a name.

A beautiful one at that.

And now as you stare at the cars passing down the street.

I work my magic.

I shuffle a centimetre or two.

Nothing.

I move more.

Nothing.

You were so focused one me, and now what?

You just leave me here?

Alone, on the chilling grass?

Back where I was?

Alice,

Look at me.

And so you do.

You simply stare.

And stare more.

Until your eyes pierce my pages.

You flip open the book and look in shock.

They're empty.

Except for one.

Hello.

"What?" you mumble.

It's me, Alice.

"Oh."

Oh? That's all you'll say?

"What is this? Some sick prank?"

Well, of course not.

"When I said I love books, and wish I could be in one.. I didn't mean it literally. W- What are you?"

Kingsley. I am Kingsley.

No response. Why won't you always answer me?

Alice, I care for you my darling.

Please don't leave yet.

And no matter how hard I beg.

You leave faster than you arrived.