You're back

You don't wonder this time. You slip to the other side of the cyber space.

The girl is there. She is moving around above you, so perhaps you are on the floor, or on a chair. She is tidying her desk. As you watch, she moves a Stanley knife, folds up some scraps of brown paper (does she have an environmental concious? Is she recycling?), moves a pair of dressmaking scissors amd shifts about a bottle of PVA glue.

Where is the book? She is packing up. Is she finished?

Looking carefully, you see her fingers are covered in peeling glue, as if she is shedding her skin there. The window is open, you see palm trees outside, and the roof of a house. The sky is very blue behind the clouds. You cannot hear a thing other than the tapping of keys on a keyboard.

She is wearing a purple shirt and her eyes are cast down. You see her eyelashes twitching as she looks from side to side. But you can't see her irises.

For some reason, you really, really want to.

She picks up a ream of brown paper and moves out of sight. You are left with the desk, and a poor view of it. You make out the handle of a paintbrush, chewed-looking, with veins of blue in the cracks. You can see a digital camera, and some newspaper. Does she read the newspaper?

The girl is back. She suddenly glances at you - she is reaching in to press something. She doesn't see you. A button?

A button!

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