She woke up,just like every other day,she got up of the bed fully knowing that there was no point to it.
She felt a breeze coming from somewhere,the balcony door was open.
She taught she had closed it before going to sleep but yet, it was open,the open door was ignored and she just kept going to nowhere in particular.
She was in a small room,aside from a wardrobe,a desk,an old television that rarely worked and a old NES console there wasn't much to be seen.
She never taught much about it,that small room was her world,everything she needed was there,the outside world had no meaning.
She was there,standing in front of the wardrobe,she was changing her clothes out of a mechanical-like reflex,when she realized what she was doing she let out a wry smile,directed to noone in particular,why should she change her clothes when there was no one to realize.
She was alone,no one could criticize her clothing or her messy hair braided in a lazy-looking manner,because of this she was "happy".
She never liked the outside world anyways,the facades,the lies and the empty words."I prefer to be alone" she often says to herself.
She decided to reject the world because it was like a nightmare.
She decided to live inside a dream that ironically is like the reality she rejected.
She knows,of course,that her life-style can't last forever,in order to escape this nightmare,she sleeps.
She can no longer see the line between the reality that's like a nightmare,and the dream that's like the reality.
She no longer cares,"I prefer to be alone,i prefer to be inside the dream" she says once again.
And so she sleeps,like everyother day,waiting for someone to knock on that door she hates so much.