Tweet…Just one. Tweet…A trivial two. Tweet…Now three. It was a sound that should
have been as natural and as rejuvenating as the birds outside her window.
Instead, it assaulted her ears mercilessly. It taunted her now. What nature had
made a sweet melody had become a nightmarish refrain. Tweet…Only four.
She had promised herself peace. She desired this elusive
tranquility despite her unwillingness to silence the source of her agitation. Tweet...Five messages seemed to beg for
her attention now. It was a nagging sound, echoing in the depths of her
consciousness, usurping her reason. Still, she endured.
Tweet…Six. This
was not her first attempt to unshackle herself from the grip of this device. Tweet…Seven. However, the sound pursued
her with the relentlessness determination of a cheetah stalking its prey. In an
unsuccessful attempt to weaken the gadget’s hold, she had modified its voice,
from a beep to a ping, a ping to a pop, a pop to a click and
finally, from a click to a tweet.
Tweet…Eight. The
sound consumed her. Tweet…Nine. With
a sigh of defeat, she gave in.
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