Descriptive Writing From Alternate Perspective

I chose to do the scene which I focused on yesterday. This was the one where Montag first realizes that he has been caught and will have to burn his own house. I have chosen to rewrite it from Mildred's perspective.

The unmistakable sound of the fire engines shattered any last whisp of hope that this was all just a bad dream. A few sleeping pills could not erase this reality. It was all coming down on her now, her world was being madly shaken like a raddle in the hands of an upset toddler. All her wordly possesions were about to be swept away with her dignity in one blow that would finalize what had been eating away at her for too long now. Taking one final glance back at the menacingly dark parlour walls, she mouthed a goodbye to her family. They would not have betrayed her like this. It felt as if she was looking through a dirty window pane, her vision blurred, and she could sense it was coming before she felt the salty sting at the edge of her eyes. A single tear made its way down her worn face. As if that little drop could put out the burning she felt inside. She felt her thin fingers spider their way around the door knob, exerting only the minimum force required to open it. Stepping down onto the porch, she looked up in time to see the all too familiar shape of the fire truck growling to a stop in front of her house. She knew the face that would be peering out at her through the gleaming front window. Whatever emotion, be it dissapointment, anger or fear, that kept her from lifting her eyes to make contact with his, she could not do it. It was more than she could bear to think about. All she wanted right now was to be normal, to have her life back, to fit in and watch her shows with her friends. He was crazy. She had done the right thing... hadn't she? With that final thought, she descended down the remainder of the stairs and hurled herself into the awaiting car.