[ WP ] Just a guy seated at a desk .

Denver sat at his desk, as he did the day before. 
 
 And as he would the day after. 
 
 He watched the numbers go up and down on his computer screen, the dull light reflected in his spectacles. 
 
 Jane came over, and dumped some pieces of paper on the table. 
 
 `` A new bunch of docs came in. After you're done fax me the hard copy and e-mail Lester the soft one. And get a coffee you look like shit.'' 
 
 Denver sipped some of his plain, cold water. 
 
 Denver sat at his desk, typing away at his monitor, hoping for a response. 
 
 There would be times he missed an e-mail, and that would be like missing a heartbeat. He could hear his co-workers gossip about how Denver was always sitting at his desk, always typing away. 
 
 Did n't he know how to *live* 
 
 I've never seen him drink anything other than *water* 
 
 The side of Denver's still mouth pursed ever so slightly, resembling something that came close to a smile. 
 
 The joke was on them. 
 
 Jane came over, and dumped some pieces of paper on the table. 
 
 `` The usual. Fax me the hard copy and e-mail Lester the soft one. And Denver? Get a coffee, you look like shit.'' 
 
 Denver loved his job. 
 
 The sound of typing was music to his ears. Typing away mindlessly at his keyboard was cathartic, and his rear was always seated on the most comfortable cushion he had brought from home, so he was content. 
 
 Content. 
 
 Denver sat at his desk, content, as he did the day before. 
 
 And as he would the day after. 
 
 Denver's monitor flickered. 
 
 It was not a good sign. 
 
 He saved his work, closed his programs and watched. The monitor went blank, like a life being snuffed out prematurely. 
 
 Denver's face went blank. 
 
 He turned off the computer, and turned it back on. 
 
 Panic. 
 
 The computer hummed back to life, and the monitor's dim glow reflected itself onto Denver's spectacles. 
 
 Relief. 
 
 His documents had been saved, and everything was right with the world. 
 
 The computer went blank once more, and it would not turn on. 
 
 Denver could not sit at his desk any longer, unlike the day before. 
 
 And as he would not be able to the day after. 
 
 Jane came over, and dumped some pieces of paper on the table. 
 
 `` Denver, you look like shit.''
