With a longing sort of look,
reaching for her favorite book,
she reclines into a nook.
Here no petty troubles wait;
she escapes her sorry fate,
passing through a magic gate.
Lands uncharted, things unknown;
This is where she's most at home,
living fantasy alone.
When at last her time is through
and there are things that she must do,
she bids her happy nook adieu.