Edna

Edna has been in poor sorts for the past day, alternating between stone cold silence and crying. Most of the time has been spent retreated into a bed, underneath the blankets, hiding from anyone who could see her. She's decided to venture outside right now with the pretense of watching the stars, but it's just another excuse to get away from everyone else. She's hiding under her umbrella so what stars could she even see? She's sitting in the dirt but doesn't care that it's mussing her up. She's too busy thinking and feeling to notice if anyone were to approach.