[coogle]

The girlfriend.

She lay in bed watching her boyfriend in the other room hammer away at his keyboard. His back still
and his head occasionally twitching, and she wondered why she stayed with him. Letting out a gusty
sigh, a book forgotton on her lap she lay there, the radio playing oldy tunes in the background.

It's not as though she was hoping for wedding bells. They'd been together five years already, and
part of the reason she stayed was she knew she could leave, she didn't feel trapped by a gold ring.
And he was nice when he wasn't engrossed in the computer. Often she fantasised about taking a
razor to it, maybe then he would spend more time just being with her. But knowing him he'd spend
a week trying to work out what was wrong with it.

She considered sleeping but wasn't really tired and wanted to sort out her feelings first anyway. Sure
he was attentive and nice and huggable, when he wasn't around the computer, and sure she loved
him but was that enough. Was his obsession with the computer ruining what they had. Maybe she
should learn to play the games as well, but figured she'd be better at them than him, and he'd get
all upset and cranky.

Giggling a bit she thought about the time she turned off the fuse box and the way he had paniked
and run around trying to figure out what had happened. The image of a chicken with it's head cut
off came to mind. Lot's of action, yet little thought.

Snuggling down in the covers she watched him play into the night, the screen reflecting off his face,
until slumber claimed her, dragging her down into it's warm embrace, and thoughts of pleasant
memories.