I just wanted to watch.

To simply watch.

To go back to that moment of reading a book, watching the protagonist grow, seeing what trials they overcome, how they make friends, how they lead others.

But I couldn’t.

Because I was trapped in a strange place.

A small space where all I could do was fantasize.

They came to rescue me too late.

I remembered a book I’d read. When I tried to recall its content, all I could remember was a story where I died. But I also remembered everyone was happy in the end. It had a happy …