Tick, tick, tick.

The sounds of his fingers dancing on his keyboard,
lulling to me to sleep.

Click, click, click.

The sounds of him fighting the boss battle,
leads me to my dreams.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

The sounds of her drawing,
guards me as I rest.

The glow of the television eliminating our faces.

Surrounded by friends,
I see no better way,
to end my day.