It was incredible that she could even remember her own password; it had been that long since she had written. She abandoned writing when it happened. Pain, regret, crimson colored sorrows. It was all still there in her memory. Almost like it was yesterday. But the last time she had written anything; that she had trouble remembering. It had been so long since she felt the words flowing from the black ink that painted the words from her mind onto the page, or felt the keys of the computer popping up and down depending on what keys she was using. The outlining silver frame was lit with a dull light, hidden by stickers of Aurora, Tinkerbelle and Eeyore. The revised picture of Aurora that she had made was still the backdrop. Black boxes with red lettering still popping up here and there. The keys were still cold. She placed a finger on the letter R. It wasn’t the coldness of the keys that made her shiver. She turned the chair and sat down, trying to be comfortable in such a strange setting again. She opened a new word document and started typing. The words came as if nothing had changed, her imagination and way with words flooded the virtual pages. She didn’t sigh, or feel relieved, or happy though, like she used to. She felt like this was something that she needed to do right now. Especially right now.