I rose from my bed and traipsed to a
bookshelf in my residence.
Expeditiously, wanting to ignite the
proliferation of my minimal sapience.
I took a novel and peruse for a couple of
minutes; thinking it would be effortless.
But, ironically, it emerged to me as
cumbrousness and mundaneness.
I subsequently sensed that; the execution of a suave perusal entails meticulousness and
I jettisoned every encumbrance and set about perusal with sublimeness and splendidness.