Lying here, very still, I can hear Daniel taping his fingers against the desk in a nervous rhythm; "tap, tap....tap tap!" His shoulders tighten in a tense mode, as his eyes dart across the desktop searching for an answer. Looking up, just so that he doesn't see my staring. If he knew I that I lie here awake he'd startle himself and begin to tap louder at a more tense speed. I can now feel the cold winter airs drifting from under the windows seal. It's getting colder as I lie here, yet this doesn't seem to matter to Daniel. His thoughts are busy pondering what if, how and what now. Lying here for nearly three hours now, I'm starting to like this room. Although, the wallpaper could be removed and placed at leisure, I rather prefer its mix of color upon color, dancing along side the pattern. This pattern is indeed a state of art that needs to grow on one's-self. This alone gives Daniel his nervous tap, holding back nothing as his eyes work their way around it's illusion of color. Just as he might think he's figured it out, it splits off into diverse direction and blends into other color. Just so to fool the mind into thinking that the questions answered are somehow still un-answered and unable to be explained. My unblinking eyes fix onto the wallpaper as the flash from the computer screen quickly blinks off and then on again. He seems to be thinking that if he turns the monitor off and then on again the wallpaper colors will change again in the opposite direction and he'll have the answers he's been pondering for moments now. Still nothing; his taping seems to lower in rhyme, perhaps he can see me out of the comer of his eyes, staring, trying to understand what's going through his mind. Yet, the taping gets louder as I throw my gaze off. Trying to fool him into believing I'm still sleeping, after all he insist that I'm feeling quite ill and I need all of the rest I can give myself. I'm happy, well in an odd since. My feet are rather cold; I could wrap my body around in this wallpaper and warm them. I'd laugh now, but he'd hear my giddy chuckles and startle even more so, once again insisting that I sleep. He has good intentions, yet he doesn't quite grasp why I'm very tired at one moment and wide awake the next. His eyes heavy, weakening in incessant blinking, he starts nodding off into the distance. Rather checking for wholes in his eye lids. This giving me the perfect opportunity to reach up quickly and turn off the monitor. Again the light flashed, startling him. Before he could push the button again, I'd turned of the Pc tower. He's case was blank; there was nothing more he could do than to restart the pc tower and flick on the monitor button again. To sit here and study the wallpaper pattern all night would be nuts. Though he'd planed on it, I was beginning to think I wasn't the one who needed rest. "Where are you?" he shouted, "What have you done to yourself?" His fingers once again taping against the desk in a heavy, nervous rhythm. The winter winds, now settling against the warm, comforting air that touches his heated tensions. His cup of coffee cooling agaist it, nothing, not even coffee, could stop his nervous taping. "Daniel, for God's sake stop the taping! Get some rest dear." I said in a calm restful outburst. His fingers kept on taping as he shouted to me again, as if what I had just said to him went in one ear and out the other. So I did the only reasonable thing, I shouted back, this time taping my fingers against the glass. "I've done it, finally, and there's nothing you can do now!" I shouted, as a pressed my face up against the screen and gently spoke again" I've rendered myself, now can we please rest a little longer dear? I'm feeling tired and could use a little shut eye." What poses a man to suddenly pop up his web brewer and type in "www.Rendersity.com"? Perhaps to get the needed help in Poser forum stating "Help my wife has rendered herself, what do I do?!" Perhaps we will never really know.