Marie was looking out her window gloomily, with the most pretty blue eyes, which everyone said looked like her deceased mother.
She was alone in her room, as her father was working on a Saturday. She couldn't go outside as it was raining; all she could do was look at the filthy, grim wall through the window.
The seven-year-old girl knew only one way to trick her mind out the misery.
She went to her happy place, a beautiful garden which was the most she could imagine through the fragments of her memory.
She daydreamed an adventure far away from the cage, which she couldn't escape. There she sat in her pretty pretend garden, beside a small, furry and milk-white rabbit.
It was nibbling a carrot, and it looked so calm savouring every bite. Marie tried to take him in her arms to caress him. He hesitated and then hopped away from her.
She ran after him, as fast she could. The rabbit hopped around the rose bushes and zig-zagged into the forest nearby. She followed him, breathing heavily.
As she went deeper into the woods while the rabbit hopped ahead, she heard a roar that sent chills down her spine.
Out of nowhere came a burly tiger, it pounced on the poor rabbit right in front of her. Marie's eyes widened, her daydream had turned into a nightmare. She was pushed back to reality.
Soon, her eyes exploded into tears. Everything she loved dearly seemed to run away from her, deep into the woods with no return.
Suddenly, her heart was begging for her mother's touch, her hug, that would make her forget everything else.