Life of Books and Movies

Every time I read a book or watch a movie, I get sucked in.  I get so involved in their story that it becomes my own.  I become engulfed on their journey as they live the life of fantasy.  I follow them through their sorrow, pain, and woe into the light of love, romance, and joy.  I laugh with them.  I cry with them.  I ooh and ahhh when they fall in love.  Hardly ever an unhappy ending befalls on the sweet and hero-bestowed characters.  Just for a moment, or for the duration of the story, I wish I could switch places or perhaps at least be there in person to witness the life of perfection where everything seems to fall right in place when expected.  It is when the paper or film has ended that I sigh heavily with a bittersweet sensation.  On one hand, I wish the story could continue; that I could continue to follow the characters on to the next chapter of their lives.  On the other, I feel let down that the story is just that...a fictional story and not my own reality.  Don't get me wrong...I LOVE my family and the life I have with them in it, but to take them with me on the journey through the pages of someone else's script, where the sun never clouds, where smiles never fade, where trouble and heartache cease to exist....  Life of books and movies are just not reality, but we can always pretend.  Maybe I'll ask Justin later if he's ready to pack the kids up with me and move far, far away.  Perhaps Hawaii or Australia or Italy or even France is calling our names.  Or maybe I'll just go read another book.  :)