Paper Eyes

"Mississippi." Whispered the teenage boy.
And up from the pop-up book came the legislature.
His brow furrowed.
"No. The river." Sternly.
The book shut.
Pages frowning.
Then snapped open, slicing his fingertip.
Hiss
But he said nothing.
For before him lay rippling blue pages.
Grinned. Satisfied.
"Margaret." His lost love.
The book sighed.  Ruffled pages.
Curly brown hair, rosy cheeks, fluttering eyelashes.
In pages. Loving gaze.
The boy sighed and gazed into her paper eyes.