She googled words like effusive, delirious, and wondered what it would feel like to be there. Will she have the freedom to break something accidentally in her own house, and not be reprimanded for it? Will she go to bed thinking that another day could be better?
She did not feel the lack of anything either. This is how she was born and raised. Reading gave her ideas that there is another level of existence. Maybe they are better off …. to each her own.
Life will end someday, and it will just be a sense of massive relief.