Every time I open a book, I get stuck inside it.  
No, not part of the plot. 
In between the binding, the pages, the words, and the reader.  
“Once upon a time.” I read out loud. Dang it I picked up the wrong book. 
“Well at least I know I'm not going to be scared off the tail of the letter “J” today.“  
It’s become something I regularly experience.  
Each word I swing on. 
Letter to letter, comma to period. 
The hardest part is the indents of the paragraph,  
It's a long jump, but I know the next sentence will catch me.  
Except something different happened this time.  
All of a sudden the words collapse on me.  
Everything is black, and I feel squished. 
The book closed.