One more hammer, one more nail until the room is complete. The room that was once a writer's dream is now becoming the guest room. The computer has been booted out after a year in it's own room and is being moved to the basement. A more fitting place for collecting dust. A corner that is ignored. With no little fingers dancing along the keys to make the computer hum, there is no need to take up an entire room. It is dark and empty where the computer now lays. The only noise is the low murmur of voices overflowing from up above. The rumbling of feet and tumbling sounds and laughter. Definitely laughter. Why is their no laughter with the computer these days?
The love that once was for the computer, is now excitement for the guest. What is it that this guest has that the computer does not? Why is this guest getting the attention the computer once had?
Questions build but no answers come. Only silence.