If My Life Was A Jane Austen Novel

I wish my life was Jane Austen novel,
That I was simply a character in her mind.
Her pen could write my adventures, failures, and joys,
Her mind could dream my face.
Why, would I wish something so silly?
To be a creation of her imagination?
Never really existing, being solely a shadow on pages, no real heart, no real soul
 I would only temporarily find life in the eyes of a reader.
If I were her creation my life would be blissful and beautiful.
My best friend would be my sister,
And every night we would whisper under the covers.
My family might not have much,
But love would be plentiful.
Instead of waiting months to see beloved friends,
I would only have to wait a page or two.
A long tiring journey would only take a paragraph.
Years of waiting for true love would only be twenty chapters.
Through a reader I could live vicariously
Laughter, tears, hope, fear, love and hate,
I would feel them all but never have a scar from them.
If my life were a Jane Austen novel,
It would all end with a happily ever after.
My best friend near me at all times.
My family would be happy and together,
Not a thing to be feared, everything to be loved.