She yawned and gazed up at the ceiling while he was gone from the room. She hadn't been to a church since she lived at the orphanage. Had omitted things from him too, but they weren't as stark as his were. His were worse by far than anything she'd ever done. She known her place in the world long before meeting him, but now she wasn't sure about anything. She moved to sit up against the pillows and she raised both of her kneed up, wrapped her arms about her legs and just couldn't help but to weep a little. She wasn't sure what to do, nothing seemed to be right. She stared out the window for a long time, taking note of the changing colors in the sky.

She wanted very much to slip outside just to lie down in the grass to gaze up at the sky for hours. Maybe she would crawl out onto the roof one night even. She missed doing it.