She stands and stares.
The path looks dilapidated, desecrated, and constricted.
She doesn’t know how she got here, but the scene and feeling seem familiar.
She has nowhere but forward to go.
She taps her chest.
Green monsters accompany her everywhere she goes.
She reaches into an inner pocket and takes out the case.
She opens the lid.
She pops a green 2 mg alprazolam pill, moves forward, and gets to the other side.
Her green monsters always deliver.