short-short for my fiction class

Glass House

She loved to walk through the valley. She spent most of her day there, walking its length back and forth. The trees grew a high wall around her and she felt safe. It was the only place she felt safe anymore, though it was outside. There was too much glass in her house; the windows let too much in and the mirrors let too much out. Ever since that day, her reflection had been her enemy. The glass showed too much; she'd rather be with the unconcerned trees. She saw the sun shining in the clearing ahead and turned before she reached the shining water of the pond, walking back through her hidden refuge.