She sits. Another day, another night, another few hours wasted in front of the computer screen. She constantly looks over her left shoulder to her parents' room to gaze upon her father's activity hoping he doesn't scold her for being on the computer too late. What she does on the computer won't benefit her in any way, but yet, she trails onward, with her clicking...scrolling...typing. Her head is filled with the beautiful melodies of a local band that has broken up long before her discovery of them. She feels melancholy as she comtemplates upon the fact that she never saw them perform live. A new comment on her profile. Click...scroll...type. Another few minutes spent, for what? She has nothing better to do. She realizes that she could spend these little minutes the following day catching up on precious sleep but she's much too stubborn to leave the computer. She gets it from her father -- the stubborn-ness. He never liked being proved wrong, as does she. She looks over her shoulder again. Dark folds of skin illuminated by the dim light coming from the room tells her that her father is lying down watching the television. She continues...clicking...scrolling...typing. A familiar song plays. She checks the title, but finds out that it's a different title that what she primarily knows the track as. She doesn't acknowledge it too much. And continues with her minimal mindless computized conquest. And for a second, she just stops. No clicking...scrolling...typing. Silence....sacred silence. She thinks. Looks over her left shoulder. Glances over the right. Then stares directly at the ceiling. She smiles and closes her eyes. Directly after, she shuts down the computer. She gets up, and walks to her room for her long-awaited sleep. She gets in bed, pulls up the covers and shuts off the light. And once again, she finds herself staring at the ceiling. She smiles and closes her eyes as she thinks one last time. Life is beautiful...