Pan sank back into the pillow, staring at the ceiling.
How the...how...
She shook her head, rubbing her temples, rolling out of bed and gripping a comforter to her chest. It wasn't that she was indecent, she just felt scared, small, everything she had always been afraid she was.
Everything that she had sheltered herself from...but had only wound up locking up inside.
She sighed, leaning forward against the window pane, letting the cool glass freeze the thoughts in her mind, letting it make them stop their terrible whirring and wheeling about her brain.
Swallowing thickly, she looked back at the bed, at the head that lay on the pillow.
How did I get myself into this?