The implant's biggest drawbacks were the headaches. The gear-man had assured her that would abate in time, but meanwhile she was dying for an injection, or even a good, old-fashioned aspirin. Too bad the chemicals would interfere with the implant's bonding process.
Text passed before her eyes, the latest news, the day's top story, ads for sexual aids and fast food joints. She blinked, but the visuals refused to recede into the background of her consciousness. Could she really take another day of non-stop sensory stimulation before she could control her access?
Resigned to stay plugged in, she laid back and hugged her pillow. Voices overlapped, narrating the days events, the latest movie reviews, the latest social media; she closed her eyes as images swam across her eyelids.
She hugged her pillow tighter and prayed for the oblivion of sleep.