She hid from the world under the covers, dreaming about what was just beyond her window. "When I'm older I'm going to have a servant," she told him one rainy morning in bed. "A personal assistant that will carry around a little notebook and jot my thoughts down as they come into my head. So-and-so, I'd say, I need to mail a letter. Can you find me a stamp and envelope? Or, s0-and-so, I want a cheese omelet, can you pick some cheese up for me?" She smiled, day dreaming as she spoke. His face was gray looking at her. He told her to stop. "You're describing me. I do all those things for you. Stop."