Erika remains sitting up for a while, staring blearily at the wall, watching with suspicion as her paper-thin memories arrange themselves into panes of déjà vu. Puts herself under a microscope and peers into the chaos. Loses track. She is a stuffed animal, head full of fluff. Stuffed animals don't have to hear. Stuffed animals don't have to think.
She lies down ungently and hugs her pillow instead of putting it under her head. The pillow has no trouble sleeping. It has a lot of legs and could knock her out so she could get some rest. Botamon squeezed itself into a crevice back in the VR room; she hopes that's working out for it, as ways to deal with the noise go. She hadn't been able to come up with anything better.
Time drags and skips. Sleep now? Sleep now? Nope, nothing. It's behind a paper-thin unbreakable barrier.
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Erika remains sitting up for a while, staring blearily at the wall, watching with suspicion as her paper-thin memories arrange themselves into panes of déjà vu. Puts herself under a microscope and peers into the chaos. Loses track. She is a stuffed animal, head full of fluff. Stuffed animals don't have to hear. Stuffed animals don't have to think.
She lies down ungently and hugs her pillow instead of putting it under her head. The pillow has no trouble sleeping. It has a lot of legs and could knock her out so she could get some rest. Botamon squeezed itself into a crevice back in the VR room; she hopes that's working out for it, as ways to deal with the noise go. She hadn't been able to come up with anything better.
Time drags and skips. Sleep now? Sleep now? Nope, nothing. It's behind a paper-thin unbreakable barrier.
Fuck her whole life she's crying again.]