This is a dream.

What had decided this horrific fate? Was she the only one whose world had turned on her and smothered her with grief? No this can't be... This had to be a dream, it was only a matter of time before she woke up in her big soft blanket. Only, this felt so real, so vivid. If this had been a dream, she wasn't waking up. This was her life, or what was to be her new life.