Island

It was her element, her world.

There were no strangers, no surprises nor frights or worries in there.  

Only quietness, and peace. Silence.

This place is hers, it was hers and no ones else.

She controlled everything happening in her world.

No one, nothing could enter her world without her consent, she felt safe and sound here.

She needed nothing.

Nothing more than being in her world. Alone.

In her favorite place. Here she felt comfortable, and not even for all the tea in China she would have wanted to move, to get out of her world.

She was at peace here.

In that room. Locked up.

Her island.