Niffty is usually, naturally, very fast.
But sometimes, some-days...she's not; and darting around the whole Hotel at her usual pace feels like pushing through water instead.
Sometimes it's like there's far too much to clean, and she starts to feel hopeless, thinks she'll never get it all done.
Or she feels so small and alone, and even though she knows it would be super easy to go spend time with Al or Husk or the Princess... she just can't.
She wonders what's wrong with her, when this happens.
All she can do is wait, just wait, till it passes.
A/N:
Letting reality filter into my writing a bit – currently I am going through a significant autistic burnout.