The thoughts of her marriage and the problems she had make her feel angry and fusturated. She feels ugly inside. She could care less about the outside. Right now that doesn’t matter. The tears slowly fade. She calms down, for now she is just upset.

Her mind changes the station. She begins to think about Matt. Her first love. A fantasy begins in her head. If she had been brave enough to tell him how she felt,she would be happy now. Obviously, she wouldn’t be going through this divorce.

How dubious this becomes, it starts to torture her. She kicks herself for not being strong enough to make this work. She feels dissapointed because she couldn’t bring herself to tell him. Now she is alone. Her ferrets are in the other room. Oblivious to everythng going on. She wishes she could be like them, blissfully unaware of the world crashing down around her. She envied them and thier existence, they lived sheltered from reality. Somehow she wishes she could sink to that level. Where nothing could harm her.