She tore off the headset.
She hadn’t chosen NO. Not once. The first few hours were a dare. Then a habit. Now, the YES button simply didn’t depress. Her finger passed through it like smoke. darkroomvr
She reached for the YES button one more time. She tore off the headset
The window.
Her real window looked out onto a brick wall and a fire escape. She had lived here for three years. But now, through the glass, she saw the spires. Black glass. A sky the color of a bruise. through the glass