A smooth coffee bean of an alluring colour shines on a white desk, its crevice sheepishly hidden. A bottle of water next to it looks like the Eiffel tower. In its glass, some yellow energy drink is bored or sleepy, or both. It looks as useless as a boozer's piss. Blue stickers next to the glass are turning their noses up. On them there are dates of appointments scribbled, so they feel superior to their environment, the drink especially. As if they had a higher purpose! Silly things. The card is sending out a magnetic black smile with a seductive promise of going out while a pile of sheets have given up on her. The text on them have turned its back to her. She's a lost case this one. The mobile phone knows that and has stopped talking to her, too. The nuts'n'almods bar is sulking in the corner. Only tissues are merrily waving out of their box believing someone will need them. The calmest are the pills. They know their time is approaching. Certainty can be nice. Nicer than nervousness the turquoise pen feels. She should be learning the script! It just can't stay still. It's shaking. It doesn't want to be nasty to her but it definitely wouldn't shine at her like the screen does. No wonder the screen is her darling and the centre of her attention all day long. The pen doesn't like the screen. It's always bright, always interactive like a maschine. At least she eventually shuts it every day and shoves it into a drawer. The space it brings! The freedom! And the reminder of vanity. The screen would never be what it is without its two snake-like brown nosers. They stupidly lie there and devotedly wait till new morning. Only a Russian speaking lady slaps their dirty noses with a wet rag occassionaly.
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