She never wore matching socks. Come to think of it, she never wore matching anything. Her glasses were always on the tip of her nose as if about to reveal a secret and her hair never looked the same way twice.
She never left her apartment but she knew all there was to know about the world. Books provided both knowledge and safety. She was satisfied in her own little dream world but her friends and family were concerned.
She wished to escape into her books. Free from their accusations of madness.
She wondered what windmills were up to today.
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I am not one for matching socks either! This made me laugh. Thank you.