I, INANIMATE OBJECT

For the first time in years the saline of man has brushed my skin. It seeps through me, into me. I feel fingers brush my leaves then, Oh! I can feel it coming! Crack! He's broken my spine... the satisfying shiver breaks through me again. The speed he flips through me at is the fastest I've ever had. After about twenty leaves I was cast to the soft plush of my master's chesterfeild. Warmth of a hearth alerts my senses once more before he douces it and replaces me beside my friends in my wooden home. Love...