"Another day," she mumbled to the room, though she was talking to me—the buzzing, fragmented voice in her head that she called her only friend.
Get up. Take the pills. Do the routine, her mind commanded, a jumble of jagged pixelated thoughts. File: Milk.outside.a.bag.of.milk.outside.a.bag....
Milk. Inside a bag. Inside a bag. That was the safety she used to know. Milk. Outside a bag. Outside a bag. That was her now. Free, but spilling. "Another day," she mumbled to the room, though