Esme pushed off the couch deciding on heading back to her room, the walls started to spin, and everything was blurry. She giggled as she kept her balance by leaning her hands and patting the wall to steady herself. Esme turned the doorknob, trying to remember the direction they came from. Her hands remained on the side of the walls as she walked forward. The portraits sneered and whispered rude things about her to each other, but Esme was too busy in her own world to realize. She shot big smirks at them, handing them compliments as they continued to gossip about her. She tripped on her feet several times, bursting into a fit of laughter.