Dustbunny First Chapter (First Draft)

Gravity feels doubly strong as I slowly trudge my way up the stairs to my apartment. I try my hardest not to let my eyelids sink into each other and make me fall down the numerous, dirt-caked steps.
Everyday, my boss works me to the bone while expecting me to thank him for doing so because he knows there's no other job in the city for me to escape to.
After what seems like an excruciatingly long journey, I finally wrap the fingers of my right hand around my front door's handle. Home sweet home.
Well… sweet enough by my standards. Empty cans populate the floor and all the free space on my desk. The lone bulb left working in the corner of the studio is the only source of light apart from the dim glow of my computer monitor when it's on. Not only is the room incredibly dark, it is also coated by a deep layer of dust.
Due to the lack of air conditioning, I have to leave my window open constantly, and this allows for the filth to sneak its way in. Every time I leave an open drink out too long, I am greeted by a solution of dust water that glazes over my tongue and throat, making it difficult to speak. Whenever I inhale too strongly, I have to cough the dust that entered back out.
Regardless, the dust is only a mild annoyance. I have no time to set aside for cleaning up because during the hours I don't spend slaving away at work, I spend my time doing the only thing that makes me happy. That is, watching my favorite Vtuber.
Down on my luck a year ago with no friends, family, or meaning, I was struggling to make the hobby I was passionate about take off. During that period her wondrous voice graced my ears for the first time ever, and I have been completely enamored by her charm ever since. She is the bright star I need to navigate the darkness plaguing my life.
She is charismatic yet gentle at the same time. She remains genuine while working hard to pursue her dreams. She is… everything that I am not.
I probably don't need to work a real job to get by, as I could probably make enough for myself with odd jobs and my savings. My oshi is what motivates me to work hard. I want to give something in return for the joy she generously allows me to have. I want to support her in following her dreams in the way that I couldn't.
I work to be able to give her donations.
Say what you will about my situation, but I think I'm happy. That's all that matters. I think I'm happy…
While putting down my bag, I steal a glance at the wrist watch I never remove. 9:57 pm. In exactly 3 minutes my favorite Vtuber's next stream is going to start, so I hurriedly fling off my shoes and scuffle quickly towards my desk chair, almost tripping over a pile of dirty clothes on the floor on the way.
This stream is what I have been looking forward to for the entire day. It is what I thought of to get myself to keep on going when the temptation to quit  started seeping into the back of my mind. It's the chocolate one searches for eagerly in the 3 week old stale trail mix.
Promptly booting up my pc, my oshi's twitter and YouTube automatically open from my last session. I'd never dare close them. The bright eyes peeking from her profile picture immediately induce a stupidly wide smile on my face. After admiring her cuteness for a moment, I gaze downwards, searching for a link to the stream.
Thinking the browser somehow hasn't updated yet, I refresh the page a couple of times. Spamming the circular arrow frantically now, I see no stream announcement. Dread starts to set in as I stare unblinkingly at her social media. After a few minutes of desperately clicking, a new post from her pops up.
Sorry no stream today due to unexpected circumstances…
…..
The dim glow from the pc blacks out, then the weak bulb in the corner of my room. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I retreat to my bed.
Heat starts to well up around the center of my face. I slap myself to get it to stop, but that's all in vain. Uninvited, hot water wells up in my eyes. I can feel my face contorting into what I know to be the weakest, ugliest expression I can possibly make, and I can't get it to stop.
Ashamed of how pathetic I am, I curl into a ball in an attempt to hide my tears from what small organisms may be hiding in my room, staring at me. I lie in that position for a while until I realize that there are tiny face mites becoming victims of the flood flowing from my eyes.
Before I get the chance to reflect on how worthless I am, I stop myself. That line of thought surely only leads to pain.
I stare blankly at the ceiling until I notice that the concentration of dust in the air seems to have increased even more than usual. Uncontrollably, I sneeze multiple times as the volume of dust has passed the threshold I've trained myself to handle. Noticing that the dust is increasing at an unnatural rate at this point, my eyes dart around in the darkness in search of an explanation. I turn my bulb back on and rub my eyes from both the strain and the previous crying.
Not much has changed from before, but as the influx of dust in the air seems to die down, I see a herd of dustbunnies gathering in the space in front of my bed. While I'm guaranteed at least a handful of those grey clumps, especially with the filth I live in, they never gather in great number together this way. Intrigued by what I can only imagine to  be some magical physics phenomenon I was too distracted to learn in school, I stare intently at the dustbunnies.
A while passes, and they disappointingly don't seem to do anything. Just as I am about to turn away, dust particles float directly into my eyes. My vision is blurry as I stumble across the room to the sink, so I can wash my eyes out. Thinking to myself that maybe the dust is more than just a minor annoyance, I finish clearing out my eyes and turn back towards the bed area.
In place of the congregation of dustbunnies on the floor, there is a small girl. She has opened up the thick, room-darkening curtains obscuring the window I haven't seen in months. Illuminated by the gentle moonlight, her eyes turn from the stars and towards me.
Questions flood my mind as the confusion and surprise set in. Who is she? How did she get in here? Why does it seem like her hair is falling off in chunks?
??? - "If you're not careful, the day after tomorrow will become yesterday. Please don't forget those tears..."
Without enough time to open my mouth and interrogate her, I black out.