The cold reaches deep into her bones, but never elicits a shiver. Empty eyes stare longingly at the TV. Commercials blaring to deaf ears, encourage her to buy their products. Unfortunately for them she no longer cares about the layers of dust covering the tiny apartment. Her body, twisted by the years, shriveled by time and the sun shining through her window, is wrapped in tattered cloth. Again comes the knocking, pensive calls through the door, and the sound of people in the hall. Maybe today.