Mission Possible
Legs rest on the ottoman while hands click at a keyboard. Familiar glow of electronic, light emitting diode-backlit screens comprise the complete lighting arrangement for the room. A voice from the TV describes food of various types. Wet-headed, warm, grogginess is barely cogent enough to realize this needs to be completed soon, or sleep will prevail.
Last night, the mission was a failure. In the AM, a little blank screen greeted upon unlocking. Nothing had been typed.
Tonight, things are looking more optimistic. Things are looking good. As a matter of fact, it's already done.
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