She was never here. Never present. Always lost in daydreams, a far-off look in her eye.
She had so much, but couldn’t see it. She was too attached to her illusions.
Without them, she was nothing…
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt # 92 – Wool-Gathering | Word count: 36
Note: The Seven of Cups from the Tarot is often associated with daydreams and having unrealistic expectations from life, and corresponds perfectly with the word, “wool-gathering”, I think 🙂