The sun streams into their shared bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. Your alarm clock reads 8 AM sharp, and you roll over groggily to face your friend and roommate, Jennifer Rodgers. It's still quiet as she lies motionless under her blankets, probably already fast asleep considering last night's debacle on her live stream.
You decide against disturbing her further and slide quietly out of bed, grabbing your own clothes before heading into the bathroom. You turn on the shower and wait patiently for it to warm up while gazing at yourself in the mirror. Today is going to be just another normal day in your mundane lives. Well, normal if you ignore Jennifer's disastrous attempts at becoming a successful streamer.
After getting dressed, you step out of the bathroom and head towards the kitchen. The smell of burnt coffee fills the air, reminding you that it would almost be time for work, though luckily you've got today off. Grabbing a cup anyway, you take a sip and cringe at its bitter taste. Yuck.
As you reach for some cereal, you hear rustling from behind. Turning around, you see Jennifer finally emerging from her room. Her usual dull expression doesn't waver as she trudges over to the counter and begins preparing breakfast. The sound of plates clanking together echoes throughout the room, breaking the silence they both try so hard to maintain.
"Morning,"
