Glass Box

She's in a glass box, face buried in her hands, her knees brought in holding them tight. She sobs, feeling her hot tears slowly scar her face as they pour out from her eyes. All she can hear is painful voices. There are so many and she's scared. She grabs two fistfuls of her hair and screams. The box shakes vigorously and her tears turn to glass. They shatter when they hit the glass box. She can't think. She stops crying. wipes her tears, and stands up. She realizes the box is in the air, with no surroundings but the suffocating ozone. She cautiously touches the walls, how can she get out? She presses her naked body against the glass. She no longer has thoughts. She is empty and morosely returns to her cradling position. She slowly drifts off into deep slumber, not realizing it will all just repeat when she wakes up. With no memories, she continues to be nothing more than a box in the sky.