karlalujah
It took me half a cup of water to make that mistake. Maybe I was hallucinating, but suddenly the cake I was baking had a mouth. And limbs. And appendages.
And it was suddenly growing to a size my mind wasn't comfortable with.
All it took was half a cup.
She's here, living, breathing--but it doesn't always seem like it. Her mind's swimming half of the time; whether it dwells on fictional romance or make-believe worlds. She doesn't really mind, though. Maybe it has always been her way to escape.