'space-travelling'

"service 3, next bus in 10mins".
10mins is a long time to be waiting.

fished out my novel and started reading from where i last stop, taking occasional peeks to make sure i don't miss the service 3. i'd usually start 1 page or so ahead of where i stopped, lest i miss a fraction of the story.
bus arrived on time. got up. took a seat and went back to my fictitious world.

was well engrossed until i felt the bus pulled to a halt. being shaken up from the hypnosis of the book, it took me several seconds to finally take in the surrounding when i looked up around me. felt like a lost clown.
crap! how long have i been consumed in this novel. how many stops has this bus seen already? where am i now? have i missed my stop?
scouted the area for familiar landmarks and saw block 102D. and i was going where? 102B or C, thereabouts. (i'll know the building when i see it) damn, i hate to walk back!
too late! the bus door slid close. argh! next stop then.

kept my eyes on the road and buildings around until the bus took a turn and, THERE, is my stop, silly! clearly wasn't thinking straight with that abrupt shift in my mind space.

phew~ how dangerous was 'space-travelling'. realized i do that a lot. whenever i'm engrossed in a book, i get carried away, travelling to an imaginary space; in this instance, the world of clare and henry, in the time traveler's wife

hmmm... :)