The feeling was detached.
As if she were meant to be connected to something and someone, but something was missing.
She would go about her regular duties, but something didn’t feel right.
She couldn’t quite put her finger on it; she couldn’t put it into words, but there was something missing. Something not quite as it should be. Like she should be connected. Like she should be rooted and grounded in something to experience something more …
For His Name’s Sake
C. L. J. Dryden
Shalom
Life With CD 