The machines had increased their presence recently. They had gone from a whisper to a hum and were advancing to a knock. The steady whir was returning to the metallic clink-clank of old.
"What's the matter?" It asked. "Nothing to say? Have you lost your momentum?" The machines seemed to be watching with anticipation. The nagging of the voice fueled their fire.
"What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for a miracle to happen? Do you expect words to fall from the sky?"
I sat quietly and looked at the blank page. The cursor blinked back at me. It's timing seemed to be in sync with the metal clink-clank of the machines. It was begging me to sit back and admit defeat.
The machines were waiting for the next words from the voice. They seemed to have a new champion.
"Why don't you tell me of your latest conquest?" It hissed. "Why don't you let me know what a deep feeling soul you are?" It mocked me while it moved from shoulder to shoulder. "Don't you have anything?"
The cursor blinked in sync with the clinking. I looked across the room. The kitchen clock ticked quietly in the distance. I almost didn't hear it over the muted clink-clank of the machines.
I looked into my living room. My cat was curled in a ball on the arm of the chair. I was tempted to walk over and give her a little scratch on the forehead. Every time I scratched her forehead she would close her eyes real tight and push into my fingers. She would then roll on to her back and let me scratch under her chin. She was adorable.
"Maybe you should do that," it whispered. "Have a glass of wine. Scratch your cat and relax on your couch. You're at home. You don't have to be at work until tomorrow. There's no need to push yourself. These things...they end, you know? Nobody cares. You realize that, don't you? Nobody cares.
"What do you think? Wine? Cat? Couch? Get comfortable where you are."
The cursor continued to blink in sync with the rising clink-clank. There was a quiet yawn from my kitty as she moved into an even more comfortable position. I didn't understand how she could be so peaceful with the clink-clank in the background. The wine was on the other side of the wall. I could see the wine glass out of the corner of my left eye.
"I think," I said feeling my fingers start to type, "You should shut the fuck up and go get me a cup of coffee."
For the first time in hours I could hear the gentle purring of my cat while she slept. I could hear the kitchen clock clearly. Mostly I could hear the silence of the machines.
"Mix it with hot chocolate." I said still typing. "It cuts the bitterness."
The cursor continued to lead me across the page. Words were dropping from the sky. The miracle I was waiting for was almost lost while waiting for a miracle.
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