The Laptop

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It’s midnight.  She’s laying there listening to the ear buds connected to me as a YouTube video plays.  She covered the built in web-camera on me, but I can still see her. She finished going through her cities in the game on me.  She is just laying there with her eyes slowly opening and closing. She will fall asleep soon. I have seen this night after night.  When she gets to this point, sleep is next. I watch her eyes and the tears falling from them. I don’t know what the tears are from since she doesn’t seem to be crying.  I have seen her cry. It is not the same.

A slight form of her husband’s body is behind her.  I can’t really see him. Occasionally, he moves into sight, but mostly the darkness keeps me from seeing him.  I look through the windows she has open seeing if she has finished everything she normally does in a day. She seems caught up.  When she falls to sleep, the YouTube video ends. She sleeps as I sit unused holding the pages and applications she was working on open.

I know she wishes I had a back-lighted keyboard.  I know she looked up a keyboard to change out for one.  She hasn’t bought it. Instead, when my keyboard stopped being reliable she bought a keyboard to attach to me which lights up.  With my touch screen acting up occasionally as well, I wonder if she will replace it too. So I kind of just sit next to the bed dozing.  She doesn’t have the sleep function or screensaver on. Again, I don’t know why.

Around two or three, she wakes up.  She grumbles very quietly as she turns over and checks to see if YouTube stopped.  She takes out the ear bud before she gets up and goes to the bathroom. I sit still waiting.  My memory holding the work and projects she is exploring. I know she will come back. The room is dark save for my screen and a digital clock.  She walks around for a few minutes then returns to the bed and me.

She puts the ear bud back in and restarts YouTube.  She watches the screen then brings up the application she’s working on.  She moves between her phone and me as she works. I don’t know exactly what she is doing on the phone, but she is usually writing something on me in her writing program.  I keep saving automatically as she writes while transferring it to Dropbox so when she goes to her computer she can open it and work there.

She has come to use me more as she has been in so much pain.  I see her reacting to the pain. I suppose she has it at the computer too.  It seems to be one of the main reasons to move between the two of us.

Eventually she will go back to the bathroom or get food and drink before returning to me and working more.  Even with her head on her pillow, she keeps working till she nods off to sleep again. Then I sit again waiting.  This time she sleeps for four or five hours. Her alarm on her phone goes off she gets up goes into the other room and comes back drinking something.

She writes again as she readjusting YouTube.  Several hours later, she drifts back to sleep.  This time she sleeps for two to three hours. Waking, she checks some thing on me and closes her writing application.  She grabs her empty cans and phone. She moves out of the room. I can hear her voice as from the other room. I know she is on her computer doing something.  I have no idea what, but it is much more capable than I.

Five to six hours later she come back with the phone and usually a drink.  Laying back down, she opens the writing application. While she waits, she puts in the ear bud and starts up YouTube again.  While she works on the application, she moves over to check her cities in the browser game occasionally. Once that is done, she is back to writing till once again she drifts off to sleep.  The day ends with her sleeping and me waiting on the box next to the bed as midnight once again comes.

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