She sits there, as still as marble. The only signs of life are the steady rise and fall of her breasts and the blinking of her eyes. Looking into her vacant stare to see nothing in return. A throat clears, a sound seeking out her attention that elicits no response. A voice calling a name that is unintentionally ignored. A light touch is needed to bring her back from the void, and she realizes that time has passed her by once again.
Disappointment fills her mind as she realizes that she was again trapped in a place where the world cannot touch and time has no hold. She pretends, an act worthy of the silver screen, as she once more places on her layers of masks to prevent the ones she loves from worrying, not wanting to add to the stress that they all already feel. She cannot stand the thought that she might make them worry, so she pretends, and puts on an act that she is fine, at least untill the next time she is swallowed unknowingly by the void.