"After All This Time?" --Desire to Inspire Submission

You were driven from my mind for a time
by attractive covers and synopses...
Then happiness faded into the lull of boredom.
My mind was filled only with tiring thoughts
that bounced around inside my otherwise vacant head.
An escape was desirable.

As I searched my bookshelf
for the comfort of a familiar friend,
my eyes grazed various spines and titles.
Even as I protested against myself,
my lips lifted in an uncontrollable grin
and my eyes twinkled.

With a bounce of glee and a sigh of contentment,
I lovingly open the worn paperback cover
to a sentence I know by heart,
about a "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive."

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