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!

But no.

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.