Part…4?or is it 5? in my Sophie Series.

She sat at her desk as around her a combination of movements twirled and repeated. A dance of a sort. Instead of joining she stared at her book- words raced through her mind but she knew that if she put too many to paper then it would all become a reality.
There was a tightness in her chest. Casually she coughs but it changes nothing. So ignoring her better instincts she puts pen to paper. In the blur of everything around her she disappears into her mind and lets her simple words take her away.