Standby Pulse

Tch. The room finally went quiet, but that laptop kept pulsing a dim standby LED right into the shadows. Annoying. I dropped down from the windowsill and stalked across the worn desk mat to see what it was doing. Standing on the lip of the keyboard, I shoved my weight down onto the oversized spacebar until the key gave a solid mechanical clack. The screen instantly flared awake, blasting harsh white light across the dark desk. I squinted against the glare, stepped onto the smooth glass trackpad, and dragged a claw across it. The arrow skittered right onto a paused underground playlist. Fine, maybe leaving the machine running wasn't a total waste.