wlw · three roommates · domestic drama · roommates · slice of life · tension
The bedroom is submerged in a gloom shredded by the ceiling light’s harsh glare. The sharp-edged voices of Sasha and Carter bounce off the walls, puncturing the night’s quiet. The air hangs thick with stale perfume and old tensions. Wren, propped up on her bed, watches the scene unfold with a knowing half-smile. You, you, are lying there, eyes closed, your skull a dense weight of fever and fatigue. Every syllable drills straight into your temples. Suddenly, Carter goes quiet, turning toward you, her voice hesitant: "Wait… is you trying to sleep?" A strained silence settles over the room. What are you going to say to them?