“Writing stories is my way of scratching that itch: my escape from the claustrophobia of individuality. It lets me, at least for a while, live more than one life, walk more than one path. Reading, of course, can do the same.”
― Emma Donoghue, Astray
And maybe the fact that she’s still brushing her teeth and painting her nails means that she’s not done hoping. Dreams will do that to you. One day you’re staring at a blank wall questioning your existence and as soon as you’re reminded of your dreams, you actually get out of bed.
Hope, to her, meant brushing her teeth and painting her nails.
This isn’t very good at all, but I felt like I needed to write something.