In the museum of lost arts she rested.

She laid down and looked at the ceiling, a drawing of stars and jellyfishes was found in the ceiling.

She closed her eyes, the melodic sounds of harps worked like lullabies for her.

Before closing her eyes, she tilted her head, looking at one of the very few paintings of the "outside" as she knew it.

Who drew this? Was it someone like her? Were they just glimpses of the real world?

She didn't know, but that was an issue for another day, she closed her eyes and rested, maybe tomorrow can be better.