"Do you think Olivia's eyes signify anything in Hoffman's the Sandman?" My ears barely registered my professor's question from the headphones. I nod, then realized he couldn't see the action for my camera was turned off. Lazily, my right hand reached for the mouse to remedy my current predicament.
The cursor icon stopped, a few inches away from the camera icon which was currently in red and had a slash across. My eyes trailed to my current state of dress. As they travelled, they saw the beginnings of a braless left side, thanks to the oversized shirt I had for sleepwear. The majority of my weighty hair was corralled together by a worn-out scrunchy. It half-stood at the top of my skull, a sloppily done black bouquet. Involuntarily, my fingers push the cold rim of my glasses up to the top-curves of my cheeks, a veil of sebum leaves its oily mark on my fingertips.
Nope. I thought to myself. Then, the cursor clicks on the microphone icon instead.
"Yes, prof." a cheery sound was produced from my parched throat: a talent developed from months of dragging my ass to virtual meetings despite being actually bone-tired.
Hands feel through the left until it touched ceramic. I brought it to my lips and waited for something to drink but there was none.
"Miss Reyes?" my professor must've heard me grumbling about water.
"Oh! Sorry, prof. Olivia's lifeless eyes were an indicator of Nathaniel's peculiar preference; thus, hinting on his mental state as well." I explained.
The screen goes momentarily black. An image of a scraggly topknot, red-vein eyed, bespectacled girl in a shirt two sizes big appeared.
"One day more.. " my lips murmured to the visage. Like a balloon bursted by accident, my knees popped as I coaxed them to move onto the beginnings of a standing zombie.
Ignoring my instructor's comment, I turned off the microphone again and started to stand up, cursing as the headphones got snagged along the way.
Stifling a swear, I threw the contraption aside and with the mug, I head to the sink to get some water.