The logout screen blinked out, and I was immediately swallowed by the silence of my fancy ass giant room in the Sonder's mansion. No HUD, no glowing red bark veins, no screaming tanks, no boss stomping me flat. Just me, just my stupidly soft mattress. I need to finish my homework of writing "I will not put Hailie in danger" like 90 more times… Fucking 'ell.
I didn't even bother brushing my teeth or washing my face to get a grasp of reality after all that virtual reality. I belly-flopped onto the bed face-first, my cheek squishing into the pillow, my butt sticking up like some sacrificial offering to Zeus, a groan leaked out of me, muffled into the pillow.
"Ughhh… dead… I'm so tired. Is this how fishes feel to move from their pond to a fishtank with insufficient oxygen?"
I had only played for, what, an hour? Or two? My throat was raw from giving orders, my brain scrambled, my eyesbag darkened (it actually had been like this since 1851) and it was only eight in the morning.
