Fiction Coma

You know the feeling. You’ve been reading for hours, totally engrossed in an excellent novel. Enraptured, spent, and floating, you finally come up for air. You’re disoriented and disconnected. “What time is it,” you wonder aloud. Reality strikes your consciousness like a gong. You’re not Lee Fiora, the befuddled, tortured teen in the book you’ve been reading. This isn’t high school and you’re certainly not about to kiss the boy you’ve been lusting after since freshman year. No. You’re Mymsie Floofenheimer, a Web developer who likes to blog in her free time. And you’re in the middle of a really good book


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