patterns

I see her run her fingers over the lines of his plaid shirt. I think she is looking for the end but she hasn't realized she is caught in a pattern. She is sitting in her new position that she thinks is the answer to her problems but she is just caught in a pattern, destined to repeat itself right when she thinks it is at it's end and the way out is clear. Maybe she's afraid to admit she's in the pattern, and just wants to get lost inside of it and forget there is no way out.