Curious Little Book.

I sit on this shelf gazing over this place full of others like me.

I wonder if when they look at this shelf if I am what they see.

Will anyone notice me or do they already?

I sit still on this shelf with my spine to keep me steady.

Every now and then I get grazed by their fingers.

I hope to be taken to the noisy red light with the annoying little ringer.

When I hear that noise it will mean I am leaving home.I will be in the world writing a story of my own.