winding whirlpools...

A long boring weekend it was, agonisingly painful. She was mopping around wondering what to do – had life lost its meaning, why did time just stop in her tracks and watch her with pitiful eyes – she pondered between bites of her sandwich. Not wanting to get out of bed, she picked up a book that she'd read a million times over, but read it again nevertheless because the plot was something she wanted her life to mould into.

She read through a couple of pages and then bookmarked it and kept it aside. Not wanting to move out of the comfort of the dim room, she lay in bed curled up with her thoughts. She let her eyes wander around the room that kept her secrets safe for a good 13 years and it was then that she spotted him – her dark and extremely bright constant companion.

She moved towards him in clandestine silence as she did not want him to know she was aware of his presence. He sat there peacefully thinking the torturous moments were finally over, but she apparently had different plans. A wicked glee dressed her face as she thought of her encounters with him. He had been shy and demure, she had to coax him to allow her to delve further; get to know him better. It was all part of the big game plan. She intended to take complete control of him. She sighed to herself, if only there was a decipherable manual, I'd have him eating out of my hands.

He'd been so accommodative at the start, helping her, guiding her, beaming at her, showing her the world. Then one day suddenly, the friendly vibes just stopped. Had she been too hard on him, expecting too much from him? Did she over tax him with late nights in bed? She couldn't keep her hands off him, he gave her so much pleasure – mental and physical stimulation. She felt alive when she had her fingers running on him, when she controlled him, when she had him at her feet; at her beck and call.

She saw a faint smile come over him as he thought about how the danger had passed. She was occupied with something and therefore he was of no interest at least for now. Too bad she muttered to herself, that wont last long. She ambled across the room and picked up a long length of wire and sneaked in behind him as he hummed softly. His eyes were closed, he was sleeping. She looked at him with a satisfied grin and said to herself, "He is exactly where I want him and in the state I want him – vulnerable!"

Before he could react she was on top of him, she removed the barriers that came between him and her. He blinked at her, taken by surprise, she smacked her lips and took out the wire from behind her back. She could feel him crawl under her grip. She'd decided she wouldn't show him any mercy. Singing a soulful goodbye note she poked the wire at his waist, he felt a jolt of electricity pass through him as she attached the wire to his side and hummed those magic words that would transport her into the virtual world of the internet. Her poor laptop knew his fate was sealed for a good 8 hours!