The flashing cursor taunts me. Challenging me.
Laughing, "What do you have next? Nothing?"
I sit, the laptop screen illuminates my face in the darkness.
I have been staring at the flashing cursor like a chess player to his board.
I think strategically, trying to be one step ahead of the it.
Flashing. Flashing. Flashing.
I still sit there. Suddenly the flashing becomes soothing. It almost lulls me to sleep.
I will not lose.
So i begin to write.
I write until I cannot think anymore.
I look at the page and I am satisfied for it is filled with words.
I look at the cursor. This time it is not taunting me.
No, the cursor is defeated.
It congratulates. I am a worthy opponent.
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