Therapy

[Daiyu]

Mara felt better that day than she had felt in years. For once, she actually slept peacefully. Following the dream of the fairgrounds, she was quite giddy. Bright-eyed, she was rather resistant to leave her room and attend breakfast. The resistance was rather surprising to her nurse, who usually led her about like a deflated balloon on a string. As it wasn't a big deal, the nurse shrugged and left Daiyu to her scribblings. When she returned forty-five minutes later to make sure she would go to the dining room to eat breakfast, she was quite surprised at the energetic, happy girl that greeted her.

Mara left all her notes on her bed behind, the transcription of the whole nightmare in the fairgrounds, along with her ideas for the outline of her next novel, and scurried along to eat her meal.