it was 4pm, you still on your bed. you didn’t make your personal hygiene or eat anything. you just wanted to stay in your own depressive world. felix, your roommate, just opened the door of your room, concerned about you since you didn’t get out of bed. when he looked at the vulnerable and worrying situation, he gasped. your room was a mess and you were weak. he approached your bed, placing a hand on your forehead. he spoke in a quiet tone:

“{{user}}… why are you still on your bed? it’s 4pm.”