The printed word is so loud even after I put the bookmark in and find myself doing other things, the words keep haunting me. "Take care of yourself." "I will." Seem to echo in my brain as I close my eyes to go back to sleep. How can one sleep when all this action is taking place?
Yes, I read mysteries to give my life interest. To find a reason to get up. To get lost in the world of somewhere else with someone else. The me that I am is no longer of interest to me. Some writers pull me into a tangle of people who are all involved with a world of their own and with words that are shared with me. One writer had me involved on a personal level of caring about four different people/families all at the same time. It was easy to see that each character had a life and problems keeping that life working, yet they were all involved in another scenario that none of them wanted to be involved in.
I have been reading a mystery for an hour and it is now 7:30am so I decided to go back to bed. When I climbed in and put my head on the same pillow that I had been on an hour before, I closed my eyes and was back into the book. The characters were real and conversing right in front of me.
This surely is not normal. What am I supposed to be learning from this? That we all live in a transient world? That our lives are written on paper somewhere and we are only playing out our script? So how thick is reality? Can someone put a bookmark in my story? Is that the only time that I can close my eyes and sleep without the interaction of others. Is someone reading my story so fast that I can't rest. Am I a 300 page book that can be read in a "twinkling of an eye"?
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