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You're reading your favorite book when suddenly you're in the place of the main character!

I placed my copy of "Pride and Prejudice" down on my desk and sighed, thoughts spinning in my head about Elizabeth Bennet, and what I wouldn't do to be in her shoes. Somehow, I found myself slipping away as my head slumped down on the cover of the book with a soft *thunk*. Everything went black.

I woke up with my head pounding.

I was sitting in the softest chair imaginable, in a small, drab room. Strange. I hadn't recalled falling asleep in here... Something was off. But I didn't know what. The thoughts soon faded from my mind as I heard a commotion coming from the door in the front of the strangely familiar house. A door slammed. A shadow of a man passed through the illuminated hallway, though there wasn't enough candlelight to reveal his face. He was tall, lean, and familiar. Strange. I hadn't recalled knowing such a man.

The click of his boots grew more pronounced as he walked down the hall, closer towards the room where I was sitting, white-faced, staring down the corridor. I wondered if I should scream for help. After all, for all I could know this man could be a rapist forcing himself into the house.

He stepped into the nearest candlelight, and I could see his face. He had strikingly handsome features and an air of someone who knew he was important. He seemed so familiar... was I delirious? Maybe I was dreaming this whole thing.

He was talking, now. I stared at his face, not listening to the words coming out of his mouth. He seemed agitated, as if he were confessing something to me that had been bothering him for a long time. But I was too busy staring at his beautiful, yet frustratingly familiar face, and trying to piece together the mystery.

Then, he opened his mouth and said the words that penetrated through my bewilderment and made me realize who I was, where I was, and what I was doing.

"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."