You suddenly look up, bleary eyed. Your legs are stiff and your neck is bent just a little funny. You realize you’ve barely moved in hours, only to shift slightly or turn the pages of the book in your hand. Time has ticked by, but you were so engrossed in the story, so lost in the words. It’s much later than you planned on staying up, but you had to read just one more chapter, just get to that next page. You consider going through the rest, you’re so close, but grudgingly, you put the book down, noting your place. You switch off the light, and lay down. As you try to drift off your mind fills with the characters, the plot twists, the tension. You give up, sit up, turn the light back on, and continue your journey.