Anzieizna

Sitting, late at night, with my cat asleep on my lap, gifting soft purrs into the air around me. I’m typing on my computer, watching as the strokes of letters appear on the page. Three thousand words of my story have been written, but there is still much more to go. It is good, then, that I have my best friend on Skype with me. We sit there, both in our own, separate worlds – me, writing a story and concentrating hard, and her, playing various video games. We don’t speak, only breaking the soft silence with gasps from her game or for me asking for a suggestion for the story. I have just ended a group call with my friends