The mind has escaped

Trollet spent the weekend at the summerhouse, which was absolutely the best thing to do. She got to be for herself, think, enjoy the sea, the win and the sun, be happy, dream about new exciting things, situation and a special lump. Now she is back in the mess, that she doesn't want to be in anymore. She wants to run, run as fast as she can. Just escape it all. On the other hand she doesn't want to esacape all of it. There is one part of the mess she enjoys, but things are very complicated. Why does it always have to be like this? Is trollet just a bloody mess or what the hell is the problem? She doesn't know. The mind is totally lost, the lump is indefferent and trollet is dreaming.