I wake up in the morning...

I stand up and the book that I was reading last night fell from bed. Now that I see the cover and see the whole story go through my head, I remember that I dreamed that I with the characters but not the same story though I only remember flashbacks from it. I go down the stairs and see Mo having breakfast reading one of his many favorite books. He looks up at me and smiles and says...
"Good morning, Maggie"
I smile back and start getting myself breakfast. I sit down next to him and grab a book from the stack of books thats in the table. Me and my father own alot of books and there are books everywhere in my house. I've alot of them but not as much as my dad has. I got my love for books from my dad. Though sometimes I wonder why he has never read aloud to me, but i don't really give much thought about it. I just though he didn't like to read aloud. But I was never ready for what I learned later.

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