Talk:Cleo/@comment-5166794-20150831021148/@comment-5166794-20150913190836

On her daydreams:

This is a bit too wordy for Cleo, especially a nine year old Cleo - but I can imagine her saying it, to a friend, if they ever asked.

It's like sleeping. You just drift off, and finally, it's still. I can never remember what causes me to daydream, or what I really dream about. As soon as I wake up it's like being thrown in a vat of cold water, or having a florescent light shone in your eyes. But there's an emotion there that's left behind - a yearning. That's the word. And even though I can't remember it, I know it's better than this. I want to be there all the time. But I can't. I'll always wake up again.

(Part of me wonders if this is indicative of depression? Cleo, cleo - you're one weird little girl.)