My Favourite Novel

Because
that morning,
I could not find my favorite novel
Near my pillow.

Restless,
Scared,
and with watery eyes;
I started searching for it
Everywhere.

The first tear rolled down my cheeks,
With my most favorite quote in my head from it,
I sat on my bed, helplessly.

Crumbling under the weight of fear
of losing that novel,
My heart started beating faster.

"Big deal! Buy it again." You would say.

I know, I can buy it again.
But it won't come up with the quotes that are underlined;
my musings on page number seventy-five,
Sketches were drawn near my favorite incidents ;
and with the end that I wrote there,
In a way that I wanted;
In my own handwriting.

And I don't know,
If I will be able to complete
five hundred and seventy-six pages ;
In a day.
I really don't know.