I stared at the beast.
It gazed back at me,
its eyes filled with the same intensity.
It hummed with a quiet curiosity
as I pondered over the best approach.
We both remained reticent,
neither willing to concede a loss
in the staring contest in which we had become engaged.
We both sat,
watchful of each other,
waiting for the other to make the first move,
until the warmth of my skin
finally touched its cold, hard surface.
The keys began to move under my fingers
and the writing process began again.