Sometimes you just need to stay in bed

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Completely exhausted I climbed into bed early one evening. Grabbed the book sitting on my bedside table. The one that had been sitting there for months, maybe even a good year, unread. It was Alice Hoffman's Skylight Confessions. Like most of Hoffman's stories you get to know the charters through the course of the quickly developing plot. Before I knew it I was sucked in and didn't move until I had read the book, cover to cover. At the center of the story, almost a charater itself, is a house called the Glass Slipper. Built of glass the home requires care and expresses pain just as the people in the story do. One can almost imagine looking into this house and seeing rooms of pain, hope, love and disspare. Among them the skylight window where a young man escapes. The book was a diversion. During those hours, nothing else existed but the story and the peace I gleaned from this brief escape from relativity.
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