Life of a Bookworm

What happens when I tell myself NOT to read before sleeping, and the entire book is read.

Under my pillow
The words whisper to me.
Telling a story,
Bringing it life-
A power I have never possessed.

Under my pillow
A book sings out,
Anxious to be heard-
It has gone unnoticed
For a lifetime and a day.

Under my pillow
Dreams are being made.
They twist and turn,
Churning up sleep,
Waiting for a dreamer.

Under my pillow
A lifetime has gone by.
Love and pain alike have passed.
Yet I remain
Unchanged.