You move to your room, lying down on the bed to wait for the inevitable.

Meowser wakes up from the end of the bed and walks up to you, sniffing your face. He sniffs at the air, probably smelling your dinner. He leaves to go eat, which is fine by you.

You hope he can have a better life; an owner that can play with him and keep him happy. You wonder how you could take good care of the cat when you could barely take good care of yourself.

You can feel the drowsiness now. Soon it will be over, and you won’t have to deal with anything again. You feel calm for once, and a sense of happiness seems to fill you.

You close your eyes, and everything seems to fade away.