The trees and hills sat softly outside the door. Sunshine hummed through the sky in a brazen, naked bronze and licked the water in glints. She could see these happy things from her chair inside, in the dark grey room where she was confined by an illness.
But are the outdoors mocking or inviting? Is the eloquence sincere?
She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t move.
Voices the color of dirty cotton told her that happiness would not come to her if she moved outside. The rich sunlight would stab her skin and the lush hills would make her dizzy. The trees would ignore her and the water would confound her.
Where is my happiness, she thought. Is it all over?

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