Fingers trembling in anticipation before the keyboard as they wait for their owner's direction. They curl up and recede to his lap as his attention shifts momentarily to the music that's playing in the background--making him aware of how easy it is to neglect something.
Concentrating now on his empty stomach, he goes over in his mind of what there is to eat--catching the time when he looks towards the kitchen he realizes he should be going to sleep soon. He's not tired, and even though he knows it's going to fuck up his day tommarrow he decides to stay up until he's tired.
Attention back to the blank white promt with the verticle line that shows where the text goes blinking. Still trying to figure out what to write, he sits there infront of the luminescent light, fool to the illusion of many tiny colored squares and unconscious of the continious blinks that go by unnoticed.
Concentrating now on his empty stomach, he goes over in his mind of what there is to eat--catching the time when he looks towards the kitchen he realizes he should be going to sleep soon. He's not tired, and even though he knows it's going to fuck up his day tommarrow he decides to stay up until he's tired.
Attention back to the blank white promt with the verticle line that shows where the text goes blinking. Still trying to figure out what to write, he sits there infront of the luminescent light, fool to the illusion of many tiny colored squares and unconscious of the continious blinks that go by unnoticed.