She looked for reasons within those moments that seemed to contain within themselves something more than the usual, something more than the mundane. She longed to find a moment she could hold in her hand and find so much more inside it, like some kind of crystal ball.
Now the days pass and she lives automatically. She gets up feeling so weary and goes through all the necessary motions of the working world. Back at home in the evenings she feels too worn out to cook even the simplest of meals. She sits slumped in front of the TV picking listlessly at a bland microwaved ready-meal.
Afterwards she sits in the flickering blue glow of the screen sipping at a glass, or two, of white wine. She stays there until she feels she can take no more of the world that lives inside the television. A world that seems far distant and so alien compared to her own reality. She sighs and goes to bed hoping for a dream that will take her to a new life in a new world.