The Dim Apartment

He sat the days away, drenched in his own sadness sitting in a dark apartment. His shoulders hunched over his body as his eyes breathed in each word that was written in front of him on the brightly lit computer screen. At 3:37 P.M., just as always, he was greeted with the strange familiarity of a pair of glowing eyes, beating into his hunched shoulders. The man stumbled out a strangely comfortable laugh, almost as if he were to great the strange eyes. As the man watched the images flash by on his screen, the eyes took in everything that the man did. They took in each inhale of the man's sadness while pulling the man closer to the computer as if they were pushing him towards the luminescent glow. The room was silent apart from the constant click that came from the man's fingers onto chattering of the keyboard. The eyes had known that today was going to be just like any other day, waiting the day away with this black haired man, but somehow they had found their way back to the man’s dim apartment. The man had begin to feel sympathy for himself. He had lost all of his friends, and now was only left with the constant reminder of loneliness brought by the glowing eyes. And just like always at 5:34 P.M., the eyes had disappeared, and the man was left to think, shoulders hunched over his body in the dimly lit apartment.