This was a beautifully written piece. You’re imagery in coordination with the other description and sentence structure was what made it from something good to something great. Thought it was short you where still able to flesh-out a nice character and bring a stream of consciousness rather than a distinct plot, but that’s what confuses me. At the beginning of the story you talk about (alarm) bells and then when to change to sirens and beyond I got lost. The transition didn’t seem to make sense. Also, near the end you say: “ And I must steel myself,” I’m almost sure you mean “steal,” correct? If not then don’t mind this.
All-in-all good job. :)