My Laptop
Sometimes I woke up at night to hear the mournful cry of my own laptop. Lying in bed tired and annoyed, I would put myself back to sleep again without caring about it.
Sometimes the moaning was so loud that I couldn't sleep at all. Only when my laptop thought that I was awake did it stop crying, trying to look like it was dead.
Sometimes when I stayed up all night to study, I looked at my laptop and said: "What?"
Sometimes I pretended to be sleeping to see my dear laptop trying to run way from me. "Okay," I thought, "try with all your might. I tied you to the adaptor already."
One day, my laptop broke down, and I was unsure what to do with my essay due the next day.
----Short Fiction----
July 13th, 2008
Sometimes the moaning was so loud that I couldn't sleep at all. Only when my laptop thought that I was awake did it stop crying, trying to look like it was dead.
Sometimes when I stayed up all night to study, I looked at my laptop and said: "What?"
Sometimes I pretended to be sleeping to see my dear laptop trying to run way from me. "Okay," I thought, "try with all your might. I tied you to the adaptor already."
One day, my laptop broke down, and I was unsure what to do with my essay due the next day.
----Short Fiction----
July 13th, 2008
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