I am waking
up this morning to find out yesterday's downpour is not yet over. The rain
trickles down the window in irregular lines, cleaning the glassy surface as
they make their way toward the windowsill. The drops resonate angrily as they hit the concrete, dotting it with
darker gray spots.
So I get
up, wincing as the coldness of the air hits me. I forgot to turn on the heater
last night, and the room is freezing. All I wish is to crawl back under the
covers, still warm from the heat of me. I don't, though. I walk toward the
kitchen, its red-and-white cheeriness bothering my post-sleep down-ness.
I open the
yellow laptop sitting on the table. It beeps steadily as it wakes up from its night
of sleep. The screen glows blue, yellow, green, tinting its surroundings an
eerie shade of gray.
I click a
few times, the screen turns black CONNECTING is written in bold red letters,
blinking regularly. Your face appears, smiling in pixelated bliss.
Prodigious,
I say to myself as I start typing. Prodigious.
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