Room With Four Walls

She sat in a room, cross-legged on the floor, staring at the four walls around her.
She was not entirely sure how she had come to this place, and yet she was not terribly afraid.
Yes, it wasn't exactly what she was used to, but she could not discern anything threatening around her, and she found that the air seemed to have a slight familiarity about it, triggering a memory that stayed hidden just at the back of her mind, fluttering just on the edge of her consciousness.
Lifting her head out of her hands, she stared at one of the walls, twirling a long strand of her hair in her hands as she did so. The walls did not change, but yet, they almost seemed to, and her own thoughts danced across her eyes as she sunk deeper into her psyche.
Loneliness. Yes, that was there. She was watching herself in the roon, alone. No one else, just her. And yet, it wasn't such a bad thing; she was self-sufficient, she had her own mind and imagination to keep her company, she could be happy on her own. But yet, something inside of mind was also thinking, wishing, that there WAS someone else inside that small room. For while her mind was full of all the intricacies of the world, she had noone to share them with. And what good was knowing everything that made up the world if noone else could ever share in all the joy and sorrow that such knowledge brought?
And so as she stared into the wall, a small tear rolled down her face, tracing its way from her eyelid down her cheeks, rolling its way down across her lips where she bit her own lip to keep out the pain. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, she thought hard to control the pain, then conquered it. When she opened her eyes again, she could feel no more pain, she was happy and light again. The wall had returned to its familiar grey.
Tilting her neck a little farther back to stretch a kink that had formed, she relaxed the joint then stretched out her entire body on the floor. Laying on her back, she looked up at the ceiling - its pale smoothness reflected back at her, empty. What did she want for her future? She asked herself that question, closed her eyes and waited for the answer to for: Success, but not of the monetary kind. A happy home, with enough room for her and the one she loved; a place to share, to live, love, laugh and grow old. Not feared, not idolized, but respected and loved, with enough comforts to keep her happy until her role in the world was done. Few would remember what she had accomplished, and even less would even care, but many would be the ones who felt some extension of what she had dared accomplish with her soul. Small changes added up over time provided a vast mountainside of acclamation, but even that was not as fulfilling as a hug from one so kind.
She smiled as she looked to the future, closed her eyes and laughed a small smile for her dreams.
Keeping them closed for a moment, she allowed the roof's warmth to soak through her skin, then rose from the floor and stood quietly in its centre.
"Let me out please," she said, voice ringing clearly in the room, "2 walls I have adknowledged today, the rest I will deal with tomorrow". Her head bobbed a fairwell to the room, and she stepped through the door to the outside to the world once again.