Click and Clack

The stillness takes off.The dull and idle once roamed.Inertia leaves me. 
I lay here in the morning hour of two with the urge to write. Not a pen and pad in sight I reluctantly lean over to the side table and pick up my device. Typing away with the taps of the screen. Tap. Tap. Tapping. 
Light taps sound in this dead hour. This sound and the murmurs from him from across the room. He taps away on his computer. One four three.