Quiet Contemplation

I am a person that hates being alone. It creeps me out and drives me crazy. This rule does not apply, however, to the early hours of the morning I sometimes spend finishing a good book. Not only am I completely unaware of my aloneness while reading, I enjoy the calm, quiet, and stillness of the early morning after finishing the book. This solitude seems to me the perfect closing to any emotional book. I am not alone because the characters are still swirling in my my head. My feelings can stir and settle while my mind goes over the story again and again, finding connections I missed and attempting to fully grasp the story. These early hours are a magical time of processing and emotional closure, during which I can fully appreciate the story while letting the story and characters go.