The midnight moon slipped in through the blinds, shadows crawling up the wall. The soft glow of the computer monitor kept him entranced and engaged. His fingers tapped hesitantly at the keys, a road block on the information super highway. What words to say? A frustrated breath escaped his mouth, hoping the obstacles in his mind would be taken with it. The question played over in his mind at ever slower speed, 'what to write on Selah's profile page'? And he sat there until a day before eternity, his skin turned to dust, his bones eroded away and a million spiders built a million homes until there was nothing left but the question lingering in the air. It flew around the room like a draft yet refused to leave. The question whithered into a whimper before it grew to a gale. A desperate roar shook the room and the cobwebbed skeleton fell forward on to the keyboard. Something was written at last.
