I struggled with this piece for a few days - I wasn't able to make it say what I wanted it to say in the way I wanted to say it. Suddenly, however, the picture began to work with me and I got what I was hoping for. It tells the story of somebody looking for respite from everyday life. She has found it, but the work questions whether that is a good thing or not. Is her refuge innocent escapism? Is it a passive resistance to reality? Or is it denying a more serious reality?