Well, would ya looky here.
I see you,
little one with your slanted flag.
Little colon staring at me with your white eyes.
And the two digits that follow,
forever changing as I type. . .
So why am I up this early
to see the number change?
I should know nothing of these numbers!
My eyes should be closed,
head resting on a pillow,
arms crossed beneath my blankets!
No, I am up.
Chat window open.
Every few seconds
I hear an alert
and see a red dialogue box,
letting me know that it's time to reply.
I really should say goodbye.
And yet, I don't.
I willingly continue the conversation.