Barry onna Desk
Oct. 2nd, 2006 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis morning he was sweet, all curled up between keyboard and screen, asleep or halfway there, basking under the halogen desklamp.
This afternoon, he's sure that there's something he wants, beneath the keyboard. He's already clawed out all the papers that had half-slid underneath; now he's trying to overturn the whole thing, like lifting a stone to see if there's a toad with a jewel in its head. It's quite hard to type on a keyboard that keeps rising unpredictably. Also, giggling doesn't help.
This afternoon, he's sure that there's something he wants, beneath the keyboard. He's already clawed out all the papers that had half-slid underneath; now he's trying to overturn the whole thing, like lifting a stone to see if there's a toad with a jewel in its head. It's quite hard to type on a keyboard that keeps rising unpredictably. Also, giggling doesn't help.