The light glints softly off the table's lacquered surface,
the sound of turning pages.
The wood of chair legs creak as pen scratches grow fainter.
I begin to lose touch with the sensations around me.
I fall deeper into the land inhabited only by my thoughts and desires.
This place is the only reality i know,
more vibrant than the ever dull pendulum that is the living world.
Here I am at peace.
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