Reading Under the Sheets

When I was a little girl and all through growing up, I had one very bad habit of reading in bed. Some may think this is a good way to fall asleep, but for someone who loves to read, it's the worst thing to do. Once I start, there's no end until the last page is turned. Afraid I might get into trouble, I would read my books under the sheets with a flashlight. There's a wonderful feeling about staying up late until a book is finished. Last night was a repeat, though I wasn't under the sheets with a flashlight. Though I stayed up way too late to find out who the murderer was, boy did it feel good being a kid again.