>homiemoon happens
>it starts off awkward as the two girls are on their first ever week-long vacation with another female friend
>starts picking up 2-3 days in, they're having fun seeing sights and enjoying the tourist attractions/eats
>the final, penthouse suite night rolls around
>it starts off as a standard night, with the two of them watching some movies/playing some games together
>they drink a few glasses of expensive red wine to commemorate the end of their trip
>one thing leads to another and the two retreat to their individual rooms, ready to sign off for the night
>mori settles into her king-sized bed, carefully pulling the covers over her shoulders as the air conditioner blasts cool air against her face.
>she tries to sleep but can't, the bed is too big for her, even when she's sprawled out on all fours. there's that feeling of loneliness she knew far too well. in her most vulnerable, intimate times - there is no one there for her. no one around her. to hold her tight and tell her it's okay.. that everything will be okay.
>in the midst of her rumination, mori feels a heavy weight on her chest that brings her back to reality. she looks around, the room is.. darker? it's off-putting. then, the wallpaper starts to rumble, twisting and churning, as the dark, expansive room begins to close in on her. she feels her blanket tighten, like a snake twisting the life out of her body. she cries for help - though she can't muster even a pathetic whimper. her voice had failed her, when she needed it most.
>then, as quickly as it began, the hallucination stopped. mori's eyes opened to the same room - though not as dark. a single desklight cast a protective beacon of luminance on the bed, and mori was glad it was there. there was something else. mori felt a weight on her back and around her torso. it w
