Grady rolled over and stretched out his arm across the bed.  He felt the back of his hand sink into the down pillow.  His hand felt the cold sheets down the empty side of the bed.  He opened his eyes and glanced at the reddish blur.  The room was still dark except for the alarm clock’s LED display.  12:43 am.  Sigh.  It was the same, still.  A month had gone by and  still, even if for a moment, he half-expected to reach out and feel that familiar lump underneath the covers. But he was alone.  And missing that familiar lump.

He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.  The room was just too quiet.  This round of insomnia was killing him.  Just the faint sound of the air conditioning vent down the hallway, but even that wasn’t enough to lull him back to sleep.  Somehow the comforter had ended up on the floor, probably from another night of tossing and turning and kicking.  Damn.  It can stay there, he thought.

But after a minute of judging his body’s internal gauge, he decided to get up and visit the bathroom.  Without flicking on the light, he grabbed the wash cloth on the counter and soaked it in cold water then gave his face a quick pat.    Jesus, this has to stop, he thought.  He stood there looking at his reflection in the mirror.  What had made him wake up this time?  Was it another dream?  There was a physical uneasiness, an anxiety inside of him that was building.  A phantom feeling of an emotion that had caused him to stir.  It must have been another dream.  Looking down at his hand which had been slightly trembling, a pretty bad one it seemed.

He fell back into bed, closed his eyes and waited for the room to go silent again.  Maybe it would allow the memories of his dream to return.  Lately it had been a cloud, a mass of daily routines and familiar faces.

His eyes began to shift underneath his eyelids.  He could feel the tiredness take over and morph into a lucid state.  Yes, sleep was coming.  His head sank back into the pillow as he slowly closed his eyes.  There was a familiar aroma of jasmine coming from somewhere.  It must have traveled between breezes.  He loved the sound of the wind in the palms.  It was only a few seconds until the blackness began to enfold his body and the dream began to start again…

I don’t normally say such things, but would you kindly please leave me the fuck alone?  I would appreciate it very much.  You seem to have issues with my choice of electronics.  Sure, you are welcome to voice your opinion, but I really don’t appreciate how you go about it.  I, for one, don’t go around calling PC users idiots, so I’d at least expect the same from you.  I would just like to set the record straight, if you please would hear me out.

I know you think I’m stupid.  I’ve heard it all before.  I use an Apple computer.  I have since the ’80s.  And you don’t like Apple.  Therefore, I am stupid according to your observations.  Apparently I am throwing my money away.  But I’m sorry to say, your argument is invalid.

Contrary to what you may believe, I’m not bound to purchasing Apple-only peripherals or cables.  There is no “conspiracy” there to bleed money from Apple users.  There are, actually, quite a few options.  I’m not forced to use an Apple monitor.  My cables are a mixture of Apple and Belkin.  Familiar with those?

My iPhone charger also doubles as a USB charger for my ZAGG Bluetooth keyboard, which works with my iPhone, iPod, iPad and iMac.  Yes, I have lots of Apple products.  They are good machines.  And no, I am not compelled to buy everything with an Apple logo on it.

Don’t get me wrong, I have used PC’s before.  I’ve even purchased them, not only having to use them at the office.  But I kinda got tired of spyware and viruses corrupting my system.  Of course Macs are not impervious to such things, however I’ve never had that problem.  At least not since 1992 when I bought my first Mac.

You’ve told me that I can’t play games on a Mac.  Well, sorry, but actually I can.  Not that I’m much of a gamer anyway.  And if I were I’d probably buy a Wii or a Playstation for just games.  I have, actually, played games on my iMac.  Although the last game I bought was Quake III Arena.  And yes, it looked awesome and ran perfect on my Mac.

You see, I’d rather use my computer for other things anyway.  Like writing.  Or sketching.  Or communicating with friends and family.  Getting online and such.  Yes, I can do that on a PC.  And yes, there are cheaper options out there than a Mac.  But remember my past issues with viruses and spyware?  Yeah, I don’t have those problems anymore.

No “Blue Screen of Death”.  No Registry errors.  Because a Mac doesn’t have a Registry.  No need to defragment my hard drive.

To be honest, once my iMac’s motherboard fried.  But that was really my fault for not using the correct surge protector during a lightning storm.  It was fixed in two days by a local business thanks to a warranty and an understanding technician.

Apple, unlike Microsoft, has always made both their OS and their machines whereas Microsoft is really only famous for Windows.

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Blue curtains sail upon the night’s soft breeze—
Moonlit reflections dance upon restless seas—
Nocturnal orchestras chatter in mania dutifully
As I alone dream vicissitude beautifully.