She wondered about the world so much that she created her own. It was filled with freedom and wonder, no unlike that of those she had read in all those books as a child, but these were not between pages but of her own mind and a hundred times more magical.
Yet at the same time it was a hundred times harder to return to reality and each time she ventured there the more she wanted to stay. A reality detached from the real, but a place that was a lot safer than what lurked beyond the door that lead outside. Often times she wonder what lay beyond the door, was it better than the world she had created or was it the hellish place she was lead to believe by her doting mother. Either way she would never know.
Bed ridden and dependent on everyone around her she found her own world the better choice, that way she could be free, they could be free.