A Bad Habit

Sometimes she would just read and read and read some more. Even as her eyes started to burn with fatigue, and her eyes were seeing specks of black, her eyes could not pull itself from the pages. With every flip of a page, the words would continue overflowing out of her head, her brain not comprehending any of it. She wanted to stop and do something more productive, but the pages had her ensnared. She mused as the book was forcefully torn away from her hands, it was a bad habit, the power the melodic words had for her to lose herself in a wonderland and away from her horrible life was addicting. It was a drug she was hung onto desperately, she unfortunately only realized when she was in too deep. She knew she was just using them as a means to escape from her problems and that she should stop, but she couldn't the books had her trapped within their dusty pages.