She woke up that morning feeling different; mind you a good different, but still different.  Maybe it was that she was finally beginning to heal.  The thoughts that had been plaguing her at night had begun to subside.  The maddening visions of loneliness.  The eary dreams of standing alone in a vast space of nothingness, there is nothing there, no one, nothing just black emptiness.  Even though the previous nights dreams had been plagued by this blackness, it seemed different.  She just couldn’t put her finger on what it was that was different.  Maybe it was changing color and starting to represent the hope that she felt was starting to come through.  The sun was starting to get through the clouds.