Tub.

She was so unsure of herself.  She didn't understand.  She knew everything was alright, yet, it wasn't.

Perfect life.  Perfect family.  Perfect, that is, in her eyes.  Then, why?  Imagining drowning in the tub.  So lost in a downward spiral.  Quicksand.

You could walk up to her right now, and she'd turn, heart feeling dead, and smile.  Her eyes would change from empty to bright before she faced you, a split second.  You wouldn't know.  You won't know.  She could fake happiness like nobody's business.

She'd probably be happy for you to come into the room, brighten her day.  She'd probably forget everything that she wasn't understanding and be happy in that moment.  But, a while later, it'd all return.  And she wouldn't understand why.  But it'd happen.

Patterns.