she would spend hours sitting in a corner of her tiny room cuddled up in blankets, drinking green tea and reading book after book
she longed to escape into their world, to run free through the shire to become a princess and run away with her prince on a shining white horse to use magic spells and defeat the evil the ran its course through the tangled vines of the world
she longed to live in a world were the good always won because in her own storybook you could not begin to fathom how how wrong that was
so through the rain and wind she continued to read until she grew old and got lost in her stories and was never found again