A tale

The room was dark and cold. A fire was blazing in her mind. She sat very still in an old, rickety wooden chair. Her thoughts were in a mess...disarrayed, disordered. She shivered slightly, and got up slowly. She paced the room, stopping every two seconds, to take a deep, long breath...she would just let go, she would give up, she would forget...it wouldn't be too hard, or would it? She should have never thought about it the way she had. It was her mistake. She frowned, and her brows JOINED...it always seemed to work out for others...but never for her...people didn't believe her...but it was true..She surveyed the walls, the dampness she detected re-assured her...she would slowly come to terms with the way this was meant to be...and fall into an undesired groove of lfe, which was practical.