Day 38: March 9 (written)
Is this really what you want? she whispers to herself.
A gloomy haze of uncertainty twines around her throat, tightening with persistent relish. Flecks of color, some dim as smoke and others as bright as the flashes of a dewdrop under the sun, drift across her vision. Dreams and hopes. Ambitions and goals. What she might have, what she could have, what she wishes to have. What she wants to do.