As I go back into my room, my mind is still whirring. The room is neat and tidy. Nothing to do there. Dinner was prepared earlier, with just the finishing touches needed. That can wait until mom gets back. So nothing to do, then.
There was something about this actress that intrigued me. Then a little internet research might fill the time nicely until mom returns. I love sitting in front of the damn computer screen, for me it feels like a window to tranquility. I boot up the laptop, my mind still replaying the sexy smile of the actress. I type the name of the movie into the search engine box. As a seemingly random list of results appears on the screen, I sigh. Am I the only person in the world who can’t google?
Thinking back once again, I click on the link that seems, vaguely, to match what I might be looking for. As her twitter profile loads, my mind slips back briefly to her sexy smile again. I am so pleased with my thoughts that I am only half-reading the piece on the screen. It is only when I see several paragraphs of the actress that I realize there is something hot and fiery welling up, only this time it isn’t just anger.