To understand the event "I read until quite late last night.", it is important to know that reading is like dreaming, especially reading fiction and poetry, it momentarily interrupts the continuum of my internal sense of reality, letting me imagine myself or someone I can identify with doing and thinking other thoughts engaging in other situations alien to the flow of my real day up to the moment of picking up the book, opening it, and scanning the text with my eyes, or the braille with my fingers, to receive the component information about what I am to imagine pieced together.