She lived in her own private world of make believe. She had furnished her rooms with wishes, hopes and dreams, and the thick carpet woven of fairy tales offered her a safe path to walk on.
The corners of her world were smooth and had no shadows. She yearned for light and warmth, and the mere thought of anything undesirable, ugly or cold, made her shiver of uneasiness and disgust. She despised darkness –the darkness of mind, the darkness of the night.
She was happy in her own world, but to maintain her happiness, she had to close her eyes and shut her ears from the world outside her perfect little universe. She could have stayed like that forever, but the strength of the outer world grew more powerful everyday, and the milky like windows of her whereabouts began to tremble by the force.
She tried to fight against the outer world, but the battle was useless. She possessed no powers; she didn’t have the strength to defeat the enemy who lurked its way into her mind.
Finally she gave up. She left the Net, closed the computer and faced the world in real.