My laptop wakes like a drunken snail.
I only need to check my email.
A shadow of its former speed.
Does it not know my urgent need?
I rarely add a program to its brain.
So I do not understand this drain.
The battery is nearly dead.
I hate that blinking light of red.
It is still scanning files for threats.
I don’t know why it frets.
My machine is too slow to catch a virus.
The thing crashes like a digital Icarus.
It has been an hour since I turned it on.
This paperweight won’t load until the dawn.
I think I will go out to play
And check my email another day.
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
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