Ordinary. Things are getting too mundane. Same faces same surroundings how can a anyone deal with the same things? When does the edge come? You know the brink of insanity…
She often had wished for someone to safely reach in and pluck her out of this routine. No need for a hero just a being capable of making her realize, “hey you’re done here,” and go about its way. No thanks necessary.
murmurs and whispers 