in all your phantom ways

Yesterday was a snow day, so I got bored. I watched a lot of movies, read a lot of books, and listened to a lot of music. When I have a day like that, with little interaction with my own life, sometimes I forget what's really happening to me and have a bit of trouble distinguishing between fiction and reality. I woke up this morning thinking about a gentleman I met yesterday; he was quite charming, but naturally there was something I didn't trust about him. What role is he going to play in my life? Oh right, absolutely none. Because he's in a book.