You lucky bastard

The music picks up speed, the intensity grows towards something very exhilarating, yet you don't notice it at all. You've got everything that you could possibly crave for, coffee, cinnamon biscuits and a warm duvet to cover most of your body; yet you do not think of it. The only thing on your mind is the story printed on the very pages you keep before you, everything else seems rather pointless. Taking your mind off the story, even just for a second, would be as to blaspheme the wondrous work and its long deceased author. Feeling like this would mean that you have found something far better than this blog, so what are you even doing here?