Eileen describes mornings as heartbreaks, because they interrupt her from her dreams. She reads classic novels in hope that her life never becomes one. When she gets lost in a sense of misdirection that drives her to the brink of insanity, she never wants to turn back. There actually is a place where lost children go, with sweet old folks and big circular lollipops. Will the virus of her self-deprecating thoughts rot the purity of this bliss land?All Rights Reserved