An apparition

She didn't feel like moving. Her bare arm lay still on the sprawling velvet couch creating a rather striking contrast of honey and violet. Tiny beads of sweat began to appear on the cool glass of upside down machiato. She watched them grow in bemused disdain. Any time now, she told herself, i will pick up the glass and stir my caramel up. Just not yet.

Her eyes shifted their gaze, this time on the man behind the laptop. A half smile tickled her mouth as she wondered if it were a mac. Her eyes twinkled mischievously in secret affirmation. The man in Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts and rainbow slippers was busily lost somewhere in his screen. Perhaps if i blink, she thought, it will turn into an old pc that might as well be used as a paperweight. And if i blink twice, his clothes will change into a white t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. How silly am i, she pondered. She couldn't but stop herself from wondering if a triple blink will change the man.

All of a sudden she moved her arm and reached for the cool touch of her drink. Swirls of golden caramel rushed up to mingle with ice chips that she hastily crunched in her mouth. Her right hand went through her hair unknowingly, tousling, playing, resting finally on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes in momentary bliss.

That was when she saw him. Behind the glass.

He was watching her all this time. Fingers clasped in customary triangle, his gaze held steady on her, penetrating the lens, as a slight pensive smile lingered on his lips. She jarred and shifted her weight to the other leg. I should at least be getting up, she thought. Then she changed her mind.

It's his glass wall after all, she thought, i can't break it for him. I can't break it, for it really doesn't exist for me, it will just be futile. In a singsong tone she consoled herself as if a mother soothing her child. i better just sit here and sip my drink.

Ice chips were beginning to melt in the glass. Ruefully.