"When I was little," she starts, "I used to have nightmares about social situations. Now I have bad dreams about being alone."
She sits up, tugging the bedsheets around her. "It's funny, really. Before I had friends, I always secretly thought that everyone but me was just a fancy toy that stopped moving when I wasn't watching. These days, it's the opposite. Sometimes I wonder if I even exist if I'm not being observed. But that's just me being silly."
Her eyes never leave yours.