She realized why she liked this space. She sat in her office at the university; filled with the memories of triumphs past, small achievements, stacks of work to be done that told her that she was important to someone, and trinkets of loved ones who remembered her as a better person than perhaps she was. It was in this space that she liked to work and play pretend as if she were what and who all of these people and objects thought she was. Here she could imagine herself in a life that was more than the harsh reality she lived. Here she could be amazing. She noticed that the lights were off. She never turned on the lights because she didn't want to have the light reveal the lies that kept her going from moment to moment. It was always the light that reminded her that she was not who she thought she was, it reminded her of her failures and the things she had forgotten or neglected to do, and it forced her to see that the magic that she believed in was just delusion. These things cou...