She had been doing so ever since she had come back to home after spending time with Matthew from yesterday. Also, these very deep conversations had begun ever since her plan for today was dropped and there was no one she could speak about how she felt. Therefore, she preferred to share her misfortune with her own self. "I had read somewhere that one's best friend is one's own self.
That is so true since only one can understand her own feelings better than anyone else in this world. Or maybe Matthew will listen to me attentively as he loves me a lot! Nope, he will only turn my misery into his silly jokes, which he does EVERY SINGLE TIME. Anyway, I like the way he does that. He surely does that to distract me from thinking about my problems. I love him!" She was quite enjoying talking to herself.
She again saw outside the window. As far as her gaze traveled, all she could witness was lush green fields moving in rhythm to the breeze as it kept waving on them. Martha took her head out of the window to let some breeze fall upon her face. "It feels like heaven. No other pleasure could tantamount to this holy bliss of encountering fresh breeze on your face that comes directly after kissing the green fields. However, we can make an exception of Matthew.
Not that he could kiss me better than this breeze does but both of them are unique in their own way. Oh God, what am I even thinking about? Although I am falling in love with this way of talking to myself, comparing a blow of air to Matthew doesn't seem to be sensible though at all!" thought Martha as she laughed on to herself. Not loudly but silently in the way as she had been talking to herself. She seemed to be having a time of her life until her mother asked her in a stern manner to shut the window and sit straight. "Your head shouldn't be lingering out of the window while the car is moving. Rather, shut the window as there's too much wind coming."