The Laptop

As you open the fragile cover,
your world begins to ripples, fades,
a new one appears, and you’re inside the glassy screen

It’s like a tiny factory, workers working, machines bustling, bosses yelling, you walk along the hotbar and dive into a app, wonderful imagination

You hear the many tales it has to tell, from time-travelling in a tin can to high sea adventures

It’s a living soul, like a cat
It protects itself, like a cat
It learns to thrive, like a cat