I met a special someone named Charisma.
She's rose gold and flashy, compact and air tight, and gentle on my fingers as I slide my fingers on her keyboard.
She blushes when I do so, as if saying 'Oh, me? I'm just here, chilling. What are you up to this late at night?'
We pass the time together, get acquainted.
I tell her stories of my last fling, show her memories from a long seven-plus years affair with my ex, and she listens and shows me what makes HER tick. She is welcoming, this one. She's supportive. I feel at ease with her in my lap already.
I didn't hesitate to pick her up at the store this morning, and she didn't hesitate to be picked up and carried by me in her beautiful box. It was love at first sight, so it seems.
I don't know how much time we have together, but I plan to make it meaningful. Charisma and I will make memories together and tell stories that will make her rosy golden backside scream with pleasure, and will make her keypad moan with exhaustion! Affair of the ages!
Oh, if only she wasn't... A LAPTOP.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman