She told herself she could go just one more day. Even though the demons she mistook for angels screamed inside her, "you are what you eat and you are nothing."

Everything was lost in her cloud. She wondered why people spoke at all. 'What a horrible way to live,' she used to wonder. 'Why bother? So much less effort and so much more reward.'

The reflection in the mirror improving every day, on an infinite mission for perfection.

Until she couldn't take it anymore. Until the last whisper on her lips, "and I never even got there," echoed through the room as if it wasn't just her mind thinking it.