Unfortunately, Annabelle remained oblivious to her surroundings. When she was singing, she was in her own world, and unless someone stopped her, she couldn't easily stop.
When a butterfly paused momentarily in its flight to flitter around Annabelle's head, she smiled, speaking to it softly, and again, not realizing that there was anyone around her.
"Hi! You're a pretty little butterfly. Are you enjoying the weather today, too?"
Annabelle didn't always speak to insects, animals, or inanimate objects, but, well, she had been feeling rather lonely lately. She missed her parents, and because they thought she was busy attending college, she couldn't call them and tell them that all of it had been a lie and that the money she sent them was not scholarship money, but rather, the money she earned from working two jobs on very little sleep. Because of this, she didn't even really have friends, and sometimes, she thought that the marriage lottery might even be nice, if she were paired up with someone nice. If only she hadn't had to give birth, she really wouldn't have minded.