That day I decided to flee, to hide somewhere far from the world. Finding a good hiding place didn’t seem easy, but then I saw the pile of books and I knew that there, I would be ok.
And I set out to go into their pages and get lost among them.
Once in the story of that book, I was not aware that time passed and that my family and friends were missing me and they had started looking for me.
Until one day I felt his pain, I had to go back…
It was a very happy reunion, I apologized for the sadness I had caused them and I promised them not to hide like this again –At least not so long 😉
Moral: hide from the world forever, not a good idea.
I’m sorry for hiding a bit from this week’s challenge, my friend Anabel always says that when we don’t know how to express something, we should write a story… The truth is that I don’t have a hiding place as such. Maybe my house is that place, although it is shared with my family. But every time I pick up a book, it’s like the rest of the world disappears…. That’s my hideaway!
Posted as part of Lens-Artists: My hideaway