What is it, the brain asked.
I can’t figure it out, but I just know something is lacking. There is just something to lacklustre in her today. It doesn’t feel right, and you have to figure out why for me.
Hush you two, she said, for she tried her best to hide in her subconscious. Her makeshift wonderland where not anyone could just enter and leave as they pleased. A world where she would never have to feel lonely because misery loved company.