"Stop worrying," the voice in her head rang out. She sat and thought about how crazy it was to think that she was in any way right about it. If anyone had any idea of her thoughts they would think she was somewhat off her rocker. Just the same, it came back to her in a multitude of ways and continued without her consent. How long it would continue she didn't know and really would rather it didn't. That extra voice of reason she could do without, like she didn't have enough of a conscience. However, there it set up camp and plagued her thoughts and sometimes dreams depending on her luck and lack of sleep.
Looking out her second story window she stared at the trees branching out in their spindly way while the birds and butterflies swirled and twirled around them. Causing a nearly hypnotic view that would capture her imagination and have her lost for several minutes before she would shake herself from her reverie and back into her stark reality.
She began the time countdown from waking to rushing and realized her time was getting shorter with every second she sat. She pulled herself from her seated postion and began the ritual that would take her out into the world that she tried so hard to belong. She fit in well enough, but truth be told she felt as if she belonged somewhere else, to a world she wasn't sure even existed. "It does," her imagination rang out in that voice that wouldn't release her from its bond. She shook her head to clear it from the sound of that clipped voice that would surely drive her into the arms of the first man with a straight jacket. She continued to make her way to complete her transformation from sleepy mess to normal person. She glanced in the mirror and was satisfied with her appearance. She opened the door and stepped out of her safe haven into the world that made her feel like less than she was and like she had lost more than she gained.