Lilac Wine

On that cool damp night, my computer and I had a drink. We reviewed the day: what could have been done, what needed to be done, what was done. And we laughed. How sweet it was, to hear our voices lighter than what we could muster that week. And she, heady, and I, body, finally releasing, losing ourselves to the unsteadiness of the night's soft rain. Nothing mattered, for all had been saved, and all can be retrieved. Even trashed when we need. And soon more would be created. But for that night, we were simply hypnotized, seeing whatever we wanted to see.