I’m reading Thomas Hardy’s novel Jude the Obscure. 

Jude reminds me of myself in some of the passages. He is a romantic with a relatively strong imagination. He at times imagines a scenario in a way that I have a tendency to do.

“Then a wave of warmth came over him as he thought how near he now stood to the bright-eyed vivacious girl with the broad forehead and pile of dark hair above it; the girl with the kindling glance, daringly soft at times- …. She was here –  actually in the Close – in one of the houses confronting this very west façade.” 

From a kid, I used to do this kind of imagining. I remember visiting family back east. Then I would see the sun rising in the east and think- the sun is already up there, I bet they’re doing (x). Even now, if a friend is traveling here by plane, I’ll imagine where they are in the flight, what they might be doing, etc.  

The character is portrayed in the book as one who is a bit of a daydreamer in his younger days, but I read those passages and I can identify with Jude.