The Present Morning

She sat engaged in the comatose watch and glare of her best friend, her phone.

She sipped her daily drug. That which was brought to her doorstep through the hard labour of people in a distant world.

A world where the vast distance dissolved any chance of empathy towards their task. 

Curled up in her blanket, she digested the world of her choice, oblivious to the snowstorm raging outside the window behind her.

She was, by all definitions, the modern woman.