The Game

As I type each word, I anxiously stare at everything around me, fearing anything might find my mistake on the keyboard. My eyes are now stuck in the water bottle next to me. Whew, the bottle is not watching me at all.

But that notebook has been on my desk since last month. That girl on the front page seems to be looking at me. I hate those eyes, those blue penetrating eyes on me. Though I try to evade her look, I have no choice but to make eye contact. I wonder if she is the reason I can’t type nothing- I mean anything.

Step, step, step.

The endless wave of stairs approaches me as I face it directly. I must take every single step in a perfect manner. It seems ending but endless. Sisyphus.

Game Rules:

1. Get to the end of the stairs

2. Use your steps evenly

I start with the right foot. First step, second step, third step, and so on. Am I balancing between both feet? Maybe I put more pressure on the 13th step than the other steps. What should I do? Okay, that was my left foot. Now I have to put more pressure on the 20th step so that the overall power I spend for each foot is even.

Wait, is anyone watching me?

Something blue seems to be shimmering in the corner. I try to avoid it. I firmly put my steps towards the 20th step, balancing my power on the feet.

Finally! I have just typed another word. Is it the right word for the context? Does this word properly represent twenty different words that I have intended?

I erase the word. I go down the stairs again. But what if that girl on the note saw me erasing the word? I can clearly see the blue light at the end of the stairs.

I re-type the same word. I go up to the 20th step of the stairs again. But I don’t think this is the right word there. Am I allowed to erase it again? I have already come down and gone up once. I look around, find no one watching me, and go downstairs. But the eyes!

If it were not for those blue eyes, I would finish everything quickly and completely. I should burn them someday.

Now, I can’t.

I’m not done with the game yet.