Chapter 1

they opened a pop-up storybook.

they being a mother and daughter, both young in age.

it was begining to be late.

the sun over the mountains, beams of light grasping they're 15 minutes of fame... becoming the sunset.

it was they're favorite bedtime story.

it had everything in it, a perfect story.

one to remember, pass on to the children.

they read it everynight since the little girl was born, six years i think.

both of them new every single word and felt like they new each character personally.

durring the day they would even further the story, creating twists and loop holes within the story.

nothing was better... nothing more interesting than this story.

it was the one of the only ways to connect to her daughter, giving smiles that lasted forever.

day in and day out, there was never a day they didnt read it.

tears and cracks in the pages and binding showed its use.

time wasn't a friend to the poor book.

soon enough the characters grew bored of the same act and simply jumped off the page.

tape....glue....staples.

nothing would help.

the actors and actress grew old and tired of performing everynight the same gig, the same time.

one by one they jumped.

next were the words.

once read in roman new times, now read in old english.

each letter became smudged of the years rips and tears offen interupted the normal reader.

...but to the girls this didnt matter.

they knew this book inside and out,

and everynight they would open this once cherished pop-up storybook at the same time,

never having to turn a page...

see a word...

hear a character.

every night they open a pageless book,

read it cover to cover.

and fall asleep together.