Tap, tap, tap.
Tap. Click, click.
Tap, tap, click, click.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, click.
"That won't help."
She leaned against the door-frame, a variance of colours following in her wake.
I sighed. Slouching, shuffling to the side a little. "I know." I pushed the mouse away.
She hummed, stepping into the room, taking in the stark white colour, papers scattered around, sketches half-done. A single notepad on the pale desk.
The colours around her seemed dull for a moment. Vanished altogether, eyes downcast, while open. "Here." Her hand reached into her pocket, reappearing with a pen and butterfly pin.
I took the pen.
"Humph." She took another step, and turned my face. "You're wearing this whether you like it or not, and you know perfectly well why." She swivelled my chair around.
I didn't fight it.
Only stared blankly at the mirrored image of the room. A slight prickling sensation, at the base of my neck, transformed, as a cool metal seeped into my skin. I focused on my reflection, seeing the cool, black, metal spirals around my neck, the butterfly now a part of my skin, embedded between my collar bones.
The shape moved, slightly, ever so slightly. An almost blindingly cold blue.
A hand shook me out of my reverie.
"We, need to leave."
Dear, sweet girl. Why are you still dreaming?
"I... am dreaming, because..."