She looks up at her laptop
and smiles, her head gently
tips to the side; a move to get
hair out of her face.
It gently rests on her glasses
as her wrists rest on the laptop,
fingers dancing across keys
to form a message
which is deleted
and retyped,
deleted, retyped,
and finally sent.

Then,
it’s back to her book
until… <DING>!

12 January 2026