Though, she wasn’t sure this is what that was. Living in the same room for weeks, only taking breaks to talk about what was eating her– to anyone else it might have sounded like hell. To her, last year it sounded like hell, but now it was something she found relief in. Everyday, the constant routine. She was sure she wasn’t ready to be out, but everyone else seemed overjoyed at the leaps and bounds she was taking. Savannah however, wasn’t sure. But she trusted her therapist, and if he’d said she was ready, then maybe that’s exactly what she was.
He told her go to out in little doses. Not to overdo it, so she was taking his advice. So far it’d all been right, and she wasn’t doubting him now. Her little dose today was the bakery. Everyone liked sweets she knew she did. “What’s the difference–” She looked at the cupcakes behind the glass. “I mean, they both look like chocolate, and I don’t know if there’s more to it than that.” She paused, “am I missing something?”