It starts with a ball of light

So small and bright, full of life. 

Until, one fateful night, 

I came around with my laptop

and started snuffing out those lights. 

One by one,

as my finger stuck the keys,

an idea lie dead in a ink puddle of dread. 

Here I was having fun, 

killing and birthing ideas, 

when my laptop sputters and fades to a black screen. 

Panic grips me as I lunge for the cord. 

How could I continue? 

How could I write? 

How could I listen to music and look up information?

This mustn't be allowed!

Stumbling with a shaking hand

fingers wrap around the cord. 

Take a deep breath, 

the laptop is saved. 

Now for the characters...