Press the button : Part 6

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We approached The Book and as we got closer we could see that it was enclosed within a force field.  Yet again I spotted a sign with an arrow on it saying press the button.
Well it was the pattern of the day so what else could I do?

As soon as the force field was off we all  as one reached out and lifted the huge book towards us. We were so amazed  at how light this huge book was. It was almost comical we all grabbed the book and we almost threw it across the room . In fact we actually all burst out laughing.

I think it was the first we had relaxed since we had entered  that first door back home. So here we were in this huge light circular room full of light and books, it made me think of a church.

James  wondered off  to  look  at  the  books  lining  the  walls  and Kaylie  followed  him  while  Dean and  I opened  the  book. As soon  as  we opened  the  covers  we  were amazed  by  what  happened  next. The  words  and  pictures  from inside  the  book rose up  and  formed  in front of  us  as if  we  were  watching  a  screen. Not  only  could  we  watch  what  was in  the  book  but  we  could  hear , smell  and  touch  too. James  and  Kaylie rushed over  to see  what  we  were  watching . We  were  all completely  awestruck!

Suddenly Dean  and  Kaylie  reached  up  and  walked into  the  book leaving  James  and I  alone in  this  huge  reading  room!

To  be  continued…….

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

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