Cover To Cover

In between asleep and awake,
my bookcase became the place
where all dimensions are held. 
The Milky Way was like every other book
on the shelf
and we were characters – oblivious
to the other novels by other authors. 
No way for us to leave our binding
and enter the other books – they were none
of our business
and vice verse. 
Yet they were just as real as we were. 
And I wondered
who was reading us
or if we were just collecting dust.