January 12, 2016
She craves for the security of yesterday, when all she had to do was hide under a blanket, and the monsters would go away. This safety, elusive as it is nowadays, still haunts her in dreams, in the soft look of a child, in the taunting laughter of an old lady at the bakery. Every morning as she strolls to the prayer hill, this old lady walks the opposite direction and whispers "See you at the bakery." She doesn't know why. She'd consider not going, but she still does. There is safety in routine, there is safety in the unknown.