I slowly get down from the wooden desk and take time to look around me. Being in the minimalist bedroom of a girl is something that makes me smile right now.

My eyes land on a girl under the blanket, sleeping peacefully with serene breathing. Knowing that she's Yana, the reader of Carol, I have no hesitation in arranging my steps to her, and I take a seat on the bed next to her. My right hand is on her head, caressing her soft black locks.

I wonder what her reaction would be if she saw me, the character from the Carol book, suddenly appearing in front of her face out of nowhere.