It was already evening again, I know because occasionally I would check my phone while laying on this cold and comfortable bedsheet.
Twenty hours had passed since I lost my character CJS69Real.
Or, more accurately, twenty hours had passed since I fell, pummeled and and shattered against the soft dirt, before waking up crying like a little bitch, running back to my room and started screaming into a giant foamy white pillow.
I rolled once more, because the bed was wide-y and I had two pillows, I enjoyed the coldness while starting back at the slightly damp spot on the other pillow from where my cheek had pressed into it for too long.
The lights were off and the curtains were drawn… I wish I could be a hikkomori, I could have if I actually get myself out of real life trouble like with the Sonders, I thought.
The air conditioner hummed steadily, but I didn't really notice… I don't think these billionaires would care about their electric bill.
