To Abby; who reads

Time was ticking,

I only had a few more minutes

I glanced at the clock almost

every instant.

What if I missed something?

What if I couldn't finish it tomorrow?

Oh!

Parting is such sweet sorrow!

I'm dying! I must know what

happens next!

Otherwise,

I can't participate in the contest!

I glanced at the pages that still linger,

and only

wish I could turn them with 

with my fingers

I'm frantic,

unsure of what to do.

Man! Wont someone send me a clue!

Can't people see,

I'm doing something extreme,

so stop trying

to message me!!

I look up, but only for a 

second and see,

Are they really trying to talk to me?

What makes them think I'm not 
doing anything?
I promise it will be worth my while.

The last chapters fly by,
by golly, 
is that really the time?

I have to go to bed!
Because there is something wrong with my head.
The pages go fuzzy,
my head is starting to drop.
Yet I must go on.

I come towards the end.
When mother comes in and turns off the light!
Oh no! 
I'll never know!
Until I remember,
the flashlight under my bed,
just in case if this kind of thing happens

I get the light
and snuggle up tight.
Hoping my mother wont come in 
and give me a fright.

The last page comes.

The End

And I soak into bliss,
already preparing a way to attain
the next book 

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~MorganElizabeth