She held her fingertips to her head.
"When I'm dreaming I don't think 'This monster is going to kill me horribly, I don't like this dream, I want to be part of another world!' There isn't another world. I run. My legs are heavy and slow but I run. I'm still running when I wake up, hot, panicking.
"Or when I'm at the edge of a cliff and my foot slips. Then I'm trapped on a ledge twenty feet below, no escape but to eventually fall further to my death.
I never think 'I want to be in another world.'"