My Portkey

Rainy Days

I wake up on Saturday morning to a pounding sound on the roof and I know it is going to be a good day.

Ashley Margaret
Editor

​I wake up on Saturday morning to a pounding sound on the roof and I know it is going to be a good day. I stretch, get out of bed, and make myself a cup of hot tea. Then, I do what I always do every rainy day that I do not have to work, I read. I curl up on the sofa with a novel and my cup of tea. Soon after opening the book to the first page and beginning to read, I find myself transported to another place and time.

I am no longer sitting on my living room couch with the rain pounding overhead. I am no longer lounging around in my pajamas with no intention of physically leaving the house throughout the day. I do not need to walk out the front door to leave my house, for the book has already transported me to somewhere else.

I get so caught up in all of the action; it is as if I am actually on the adventure with the main characters. I have found myself in a mythical place of fantasy and magic, in a world that I could only imagine in my dreams. I can perform magic, ride dragons, and save the world from evil. 

It is not until I flip to the final page and finish the last line of the book that I realize I have not actually left my living room at all. I have a moment of rude awakening to find that I cannot actually perform magic spells, tame dragons, or defeat the greatest villain of all time. Alas, I must go about the rest of my mundane day and simply fantasize about living in that wonderful world where I was lucky to visit for a portion of my day.