And she sits on her cold bed in her furry sweater and prays that the world be a better place. But she knows that the world is her mirrored soul. She clasps her hands and tries to concentrate with lines forming on her forehead. Thoughts flutter yet she tries to reign them in like closing the windows on a day of gusty winds. She offers a few words in silence and opens her eyes. It's a brave new world we face every day she tells herself. Go out and lead it. And with that thought she leaves her house and embraces the cold winter sunshine.