on the sofa



He sat there, lonely as always. In the midst of plenty.

what's he thinking, she wondered.  He looked up at the camera, at her, irritated, as if he could read her mind and didnt like the thought.

hmmm. She wondered. This guy is like a greek god, but he's so unreachable.Yes, power is intoxicating- his power certainly intoxicates across the genders. He shifted a little, glaring at some unseen people in the background. A bit of noise from there, and rather distracting, actually.What on earth is he doing ? She wondered again. Why is he sitting there looking so intense as if his computer is his girlfriend?

You know what- here she paused- I'm going to look up some of his other videos on youtube. For the next few minutes, she busied herself checking out his other screenshots. In all of them, he looked the same, save for one where he seemed out of sorts and a bit glassy eyed. Oh dear- what does that mean, she wondered to herself. I hope its not what I think, but I'm afraid it might be. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Moving on.

The next video showed him speaking passionately(?) about his pet peeves with the country. Still the same unshaggy face, skin smooth as a baby's and the same straight, modelled eyebrows. This guy certainly has the looks, but whats his personality like, she thought. Meanwhile, in the first video, he looked up again, irritated, as if he knew what she was doing.

I guess he gets this type of scrutiny all the time, she thought. Must be quite intrusive. No wonder he seems edgy.

well, time to wrap it up. I'm no Sherlock Holmes, and he's no Michael Jackson. Hmm- maybe thats a bit too much - lets use a Will Smith example instead, not Michael.

At the very least, he deserves his privacy, even though he's Atlas, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She watched the video and checked out the thread one more time, then clicked exit.