Paradise in my hands

Just a very short descriptive writing about books haha

Paradise in my hands. 18/1/16

It was just laying there. It's colours seemed to be radiating from it. This was like a jewel to anyone who would allow themselves to be taken to another world! The solid covers of this thing felt icy cold pressed against my warm hands. I began exploring this world of wonders. It was a dream I could hold in my hands, a dream I could investigate with just my imagination. The smell of old book and incense intertwined and danced in my nose and into my head like a potion keeping me in this dream! I could hear the words crumble of the page and saw them dance and swirl around my mind. The words transforming into people, into stories, and into mysteries. My hands were sweating with anticipation and I could taste paradise on my tongue! Not just any paradise... My paradise! This misunderstood object allowed me to escape the harsh reality and enter my own paradise.

Author's Note

Please give me tips on how to improve it as I would like to develop this