There she sits in the middle of the room, staring straight ahead, oblivious to what’s going on around her.
Screams of laughter coming from different directions but there she sits quietly in the middle of the room.
A small smile does creep on her lips and nor does she flinch, she continues to stare and wonder as she sits in the middle of the room.
Hoping for something to enlighten her but there’s nothing, the fear of the laughter being about her is convincing.
There’s an imaginary barrier which separates her from them. They don’t understand where she comes from.
So there she sits silently in her own little world in the middle of the room.