[ it's then that the recent events come back to her. nobody's truly able to cope in this place, so merlin is probably right.

she puts a hand on the side of her head and rubs it, and then she looks to the side. cake sounds so good right now... just look at that rainbow cake by the counter-- ah, she's getting distracted again. but she feels like she wouldn't be able to control herself anyway. so she gets up and heads to the counter and grab a slice of cake.

this is fine. ]

It's-- weird, isn't it? Having to go back to normal after what's happened. And then we just wait for the next worst thing.

It's always scary to sleep. I don't want to wake up the next day sometimes; especially when something bad could happen when the sun rises.