My body is in a chair. With a blanket wrapped around my shoulders and a book in my hand, that is where I’m at. Physically. Though my mind is not there. My mind goes from world to world, immersed in each adventure. At times I’m a spectator, watching and keeping up with the characters and the twists and turns of a story. Other times I feel as though I’ve become a character, fitting into the world like a missing puzzle piece.

When my mind is suddenly drawn from another world, and my attention must go somewhere else, I recall the feeling of being so deeply focused on the world that exists between the pages. A teacher telling me to put down the book and learn. My family requesting I join them for dinner. During the times when I’m not in a story, I often think about what could happen. What the ending will turn out to be. Truly, the excitement never dies down.