Holding Your Own Book

Last night after all the excitement had passed and I had finished my tutoring obligations, I sat on my couch and held a copy of my book in my hands. The matte cover finish seemed to catch my fingerprints and stop me from opening the pages. I just held the book. While every decision about the book was my own, I felt amazed that this was my book. I knew that this day was arriving but I didn’t expect the emotions attached to the book would be this way. 
Eventually, I opened the book and started reading. I have read these pages over and over again during the past year, but it felt like I was reading them for the first time. The words seemed different upon the printed page. Turning actual pages to reach more words seemed foreign to me. While viewing the digital version those previous times, I never turned a page. 
I stayed up, finished reading the entire book and then set it back onto the shelf where my copy will sit. I wrote a book.