349 - From the ashes: Just the two of us

The light of the morning sun was streaming into the living room, illuminating Daemon who was on the couch working with all his focus on the screen of his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He was alone, and only the sounds his fingers were making were keeping the silence at bay, producing a fast but purposeful rhythm.

The tapping sounds continued as if they would never stop, even if they had been existing for long. Older people would envy the energy of younger people, seeing Daemon like that. Unfortunately, the rhythm broke when Daemon paused, and he raised his head both to get his neck some exercise, and to look at the watch hanging on the wall at the side.