It has taken a long time for me to find a sleepmate. I spent days dreaming, wondering and awaiting for the time I would to invite it into my bed - to stay for a spell or perhaps longer. I kept the others for way too long. I tried to fix them. Never did they work well. Crude, old, worn, weary. Did not do the trick. And, none of them could not be fixed - old, used and abused with too many stories stuck inside of them. Impossible to remove that past. Memory. I inquired and even cajoled the tricksters, but I was told that even when appearing to be void, someone could find it all - if it was important. For me, it's always important.
And then everyone, anyone might know who had slept in this bed, beside me, humming as my fingers played upon each of its parts. One day I would be dead, and they still would know. Mortified. Maybe it would truly matter then. Actually, that would be grand.
Forever, I have wanted to begin anew. The search began. The questions came easily. The need became stronger. There it was. What was I to do but watch others with it. Play. Days. I always left alone. How silly of me not to just bring it home. Instead, I stared.
Yesterday I brought it home. It was not so hard. It slept with me. I hardly heard it hum as I experienced it for the first time; I touched it over and over. It did not feel like the others. Smoother, sleeker, more sensuous. And I tapped gently, intently upon it. it did not break but the words flowed far more freely than with the others.
I love my new Mac. To bed we go.