Once upon a time, a little worm fell in love with a book. It spent all its time writhing through the pages, kissing the bookmarks and smelling the ink and paper. All the other worms called it Bookworm but nobody understood this particular special relationship, wondering what could possibly make Bookworm fall in love with a book. Why wouldn’t Bookworm join them dancing in their soils, feasting and getting drunk in their holes?
Bookworm is naïve and has always found itself a stranger in this world. It tried to fit and blend in with the others and it always saw the good in others. Bookworm was often used for its kind & giving nature, and it experienced frequent disappointment and heartache. It used to climb an oak tree to escape their world and their holes, embracing the shades of sunrises and sunsets and finding comfort in the enchanted sky filled with stars.
One day, Bookworm began to writhe on something that felt warm and solid as it was slithering out of the hole chasing the sunset. It was a book. A pleasant breeze ruffled the book’s pages, giving Bookworm a familiar warm and cozy feeling. Bookworm started diving into the realm of words, breathed the ink and experienced magical moments.
The book introduced Bookworm to a new world where it felt at home and not a stranger. The book offered Bookworm an infinite possibility of universes, where life is simple, happiness is easy, toxicity does not exist and the surrounding are genuine and authentic.
Bookworm fell in love at first sight, and the book evolved into a secure haven from the outside world. With time, Bookworm realized that it wasn’t alone, and that many worms that were struggling in their world have found themselves a safe comforting book as an escape from an unfair world.
Dina Hajjar 