Third Person

She walk, wobbled, watching the walls as they moved back and forth. Her feet were of clay, like lead, clumsy and uncoordinated. Her mind was flashing in and out, she couldn't remember much except where she was going. So she went, and when she had come to where she wanted to be, her body took over. It was a mess of green, orange and white, a putrid, rancid mixture of the last 6 hours. Help arrived in time for her to feel a little less anxious, but the only place for her was bed.

So she decided to go to sleep.