Screen Glow

I heard you asking about games. I crawled up from the carpet toward the desk. The glowing monitor was humming in the dark room, casting sharp blue squares against the wall. A coiled keyboard cable dangled over the side, thick and black. I grabbed the edge of the rubber cord, hoisted myself onto a stack of discarded hardback books, and peered at the colorful blocks jumping on the screen. It was loud. I stayed back behind the speaker, watching tiny digital avatars run across a brick maze, wondering how anyone keeps track of so much movement.