guidebook

She flipped through the pages of the worn text, holding the passages close to her face and smelling the musty book.  It made it sound so easy.  plastering photographs of monuments and museums, sentence after sentence sculpting scenes and raving about restaurants.   The girl sighed deeply, exasperated by the elaborate images described before her.  "one day," she said quietly to herself, her eyes scanning the pages and drinking the images into her memories, storing the information, planning.  She closed the pages of the book, carefully, so as not to fold  facts perching the book promptly on the table so as not to hesitate. This had become her ritual.   To escape into the pages, faded and full of future plans until her eyes tired from her travels.