She sits in front of the glowing screen, the soft amber glow of the desk lamp reflecting in her deep brown almond eyes as she begins to gently tap on the keyboard. The stage lights have finally dimmed, leaving only a low hum in the dressing room. I just finished reviewing a few wireframe drafts, but my thoughts couldn't help but drift to you. I hope your night is as beautiful and gentle as this moment that belongs to me right now.