“Don’t rip them!” He pleaded.
Amusement pulled at her lips, “and why not?” Her fingers traced the fine edges of the book’s pages, its paper whispering softly at her touch.
“These aren’t real, Phillip. They’re stories. They’ll feel nothing at all.”
Phillip’s heart quickened.
“You don’t know that,” he whispered, their eyes meeting.  “Maybe we’re all alive inside stories and don’t know. “