Its very late, or pretty early, as two blood-shot, dark-rimmed eyes hover over white, semi-luminescent letters that pop out on the digital screen. With a flurry of finger bangs on his keyboard, the writer manages to squeeze out yet another sentence from his near-ancient rig of a laptop. Only to stop suddenly, and wait.
For what? A word. A joke, a gag, a novel turn of phrase; any witticism that may save him from the dreaded droning introduction on yet another internet forum! Starring at the letters that stretch out before him, situated below the rows of emoji's, each with its own taunting expression, they seem to confirm the writers worst fear: that midnight belongs to the bad posts...
(Hope you liked the mellow-drama
it was the quickest, most relevant thing I could come up with right now)