Days passed, nothing happened.
Over and over Blueberry could see her window night turned to day and days to night.
She always had the same expression.
Her eyes were flat, her mouth slightly turned down and her eyebrows appeared like a lake.
One that hadn't been touched for thousands of years.
Every so often she could hear the voices from behind the door.
She always recognized those voices, even if the pictures that appear on her mind never resembled the previous ones once she went out again.
On those strange days, she felt like eating. Even though she never needed to, something about the way that her teeth moved around, amused her.
She tended to drift in and out of sleep, or so she guessed, sometimes geometrical shapes would appear on the sides of her vision.
They would cross the room in impossible ways, a bunch of... Non colors. Would appear in the distance, shades of sadness were the shapes.
And of course, there was the constant surrounding mumbling of people around, were they talking to her? Or just minding their own business?
On a non particular day she lazily threw herself off the bed and onto the floor.
Was a "thud" heard?
Almost motionless for a few moments that felt like months, she sat down and put on her shoes.
Looked at the night reflected on the window, nodded as if saying "bye" and walked out of the room.