Can Anyone Be a Calf?
No inFRiNGEment intended.
Note: basic rant… with a twist ;) A bit silly but hey! i'm bored.... Please r&r
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It's warm and cosy, and at the same time extremely practical. Much better than the skimpy cell I used to live in before having this wonderful, resourceful lab exclusively to myself. Of course, I know it is not quite all mine, --per se, but I like to think that it is.
That's why I like it so much when the night comes and they all leave.
Asteroid is always the first to go. I like her, she's petite and her hair smells like grass and daisies. She's sweet and clever and her smile is like the sun at dawn when there's still dew in the meadows, enticing and promising at the same time. And her hands are small but strong. Sometimes she kisses me when no one is watching.
When the blonde girl is not around, Peter usually doesn't stay late either. If you don't know him well, he tends to seem bossy, but trust me, it's only pretending. Because I know he's a big softy who merely doesn't want to be found out. He talks a lot and makes expressive movements with his hands and arms, and appears to be always in motion. It can be really tiresome at times, but he doesn't know any better. You cannot blame him though, it's difficult for him. He's not used to staying in one place for so long.
When the blonde girl is here, did I tell you that her name is Olivia? –well when Olivia is here, it's a different matter, entirely. Peter could stay here like… forever. He walks with a spring in his step, hums songs while he's screening samples and plays the piano. He's calm and articulate, and thoughtful and a real flirt sometimes.
They never leave together though, what a pity. Some days, her cell phone rings and she's gone. Some other times, she forgot what time of day it is and stays in her office, buried in her work. She plays with her glasses and her hair and he stares. I forgot to tell you that her hair is simply magnificent. It's like a living field of gold wheat, a real beauty. When it is one of those days, they can stay really really really late. He brings her coffee and they sat on the bench, and I can hear them talk and giggle; or they stay silent and they glance at each other. That's cute.
But I don't mind if they stay late, I like it, being here with the two of them.
Some days are trying and one would think that the place is a freak show; regardless, it's awesome to be back in the game. And then it's night time. After everyone's gone, I can hear the comforting humming of the computers and other electronic pieces of equipment that play in unison in the background and not only that keeps me company but I find it oddly uplifting for the mind. At one point, when the router taps into the mainframe, it delivered the perfect chord. So soothing… I like the peace and quiet of the lab, at this time of the day.
Some times though, the old man makes me anxious.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I fear that he could experiment on me. Even though I'm sure that he would not do that. He's gentle and a poet and he reads me stories about gruffalos, hungry caterpillars or cats with hats.
But if you knew of the terrible things I've seen…
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Well? What do you think?