Typing

   A light comes out from the small screen and wet her face white. Darkness is spread out to entire room, makes her to feel that there is anything but the screen in here. It is silent in her small place. Her thoughts and feelings come out and follow one after another, and draw long-long line on a dazzling paper inside her almond-shaped black eyes. 

   Tit, tat, tat. Small but sharp sound fills the air and her ten fingers move busy, but delicate. Her fingers are not very long, but skinny and smooth and pretty. They move up, and next, down in sequence. It seems like her fingertips are connected with invisible thread of puppet. Every bones and muscles on hands assert themselves. Sometimes in regular rhythm, and sometimes in bobbled step, they push the small keyboard pieces again and again. Then, they stop in a moment.

   She yawns, stretches out her arms, neck, back, and finally legs. She also takes a deep breath.

   Then her hands start to wriggle again. She turns her eyes back to the screen. Inside there, ten tiny puppets are still leaving black footprints on the paper.

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大学時代課題で書いた英作文。パソコンのキーボードを叩いて文を書く人の姿を表現しようとしたみたいです　笑