#stowaway01

the world is askew on itself and she can’t seem to find her way through this tilted parody of earth. every step she takes is unsure, uncoordinated, and her whole body is on fire. from her cheeks, to her chest, to her arms. 

she had already stumbled more than once, simply attempting to walk down this straight hall. if she stumbles again, she is convinced she will injure herself--whether it be a limb or her own fragile pride. so she does what she thinks is safest. she plops herself against the wall, a half gone bottle of whiskey in her hands and cursing the identical appearances of the Promethean’s halls. perhaps she would be better off just sleeping where she sat. there was no hope of finding her bed in her state. but then her savior comes with in the form of her roomate.