She woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm, a tiny slit between the black out curtains bleeding out the dying light that momentarily blinded her tired eyes.
She sat up groggily, long spindly arms grabbing the alarm, her eyeballs drying as she rubbed away the rheum.
9:55 PM
Sweet just in time for the stream.
She got up, weak and malnourished legs bringing taking her to a cluttered battle station, her sore and scarred feet navigating around crusty tissues, empty bottles and cartons of half rotten take out food.
She takes a seat, booting the computer up, she takes a barely used hand wipe and cleans away the greases and grime from her RBG mechanical keyboard.
"Kroniichiwa!" she croaks out in a hoarse voice, taking a sip from a plastic bottle of lukeworm water.
This was the life, the life of a responsible adult.
She loved it....
She really did...
She wondered how the family were doing without her...

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