she didn't know anything with any kind of clearness or certainty.
it was following this manner that she muddled through life, only conscious of the very basic ideas of what was happening around her. she was blinded, in a sense, peering through a bottle-glass that distorted the world around her and made her unable to grasp the details of things. it was thick, curving glass, a solid wall that trapped her and shielded her all at once. it seemed unbreakable. she had no idea what to do with it. all her life she had been living with it and she was both curious of the outside and hesitant to see without it, but her probing of it proved remarkably steady. all she could do was squint a little more and try to pick out the figures moving by her. in a way she was glad for the security of its green tinted embrace. she had never had to deal with what laid beyond it.
through the glass, nothing could touch her. shapes turned to blurs and colors mixed. sound frissoned into nothingness, a low hum at the back of her head. she turned to the clarity of her own mind, instead, to give her structure and meaning instead of the obscure vision outside. she laid palaces brick by brick, conjured up fantastical beasts and exaggerated characters, made them play and laugh, weep and scream. as a base she took in the hazy images that she could glean and turned them into her own wild imaginings. a streak of dull blue became a cool river that split her imagined world in half, a bright yellow blob became a cheerful bouquet of smiling sunflowers, out of the dark red creeping by she formed sweet wine and drank it. in her bottled world she reigned supreme, and found what was to her reality. she lost herself in its wonders and what lived beyond it could not reach her with any sense of coherency through the stalwart green-toned glass.
the nebulous world passed her by and she dreamed on.
