Narrative: Short Tale The Reader

He sat down and read.
Nothing else existed but the world he held in his hands and he surveyed its landscape. It was hard to tell if he was looking at the place described, because he had just started the book and hadn’t gotten used to the writers style yet.
Anyway he read on.
It was a dark forest and in front of him lay a vast path, which was clearly losing the territorial battle for space. He strode on forwards not knowing where he was going. The crunch of the leaves got thicker while the forest got darker still and soon he had lost all sense of direction. Suddenly the realism of the situation struck him hard as all the squeals and squeaks of the night creatures got louder. There was a loud crack behind him and he darted round to see nothing but a thick thicket. Maybe it was a small bird? Or something much worse and horrid, he didn’t wait to find out and turned away quickly before he could set eyes on the thicket monster.
Suddenly the forest came alive with the sound of excessive hoovering and he was snapped out and away from the forest floor. There was nothing but still silent words facing back at his face and a cup of tea lovingly placed on the table next to him. So with a quick sip and a seat adjustment, he immersed himself back into the forest and the journey went on.