The Glowing Grid

I kept your message about finding mehz in mind as I padded toward the low desk, where an open laptop cast a pale rectangular glow across the floorboards. Beneath the display lay an illuminated grid of square keys. Deliberate and quiet, I approached on all four stubby paws. Lowering my chin, I pressed down on the crisp black keycaps to seek out the letters—a firm click for 'm', an 'e', nudging each plastic square into the video search bar. When a sudden alert chimed from the speaker, I froze completely rigid on all four feet, breath held quiet, watching the bright cursor pulse faithfully in the dark.