She rubs her eyes, unsure about what’s going on. Is it time to go to sleep? Is it time for glasses? She watches the words on her computer screen shift and change and dance around like a choreographed riot. The t’s swtich postitons wtih the i’s, the b’s and p’s and q’s and d’s rotate arounp to imdersonate each other, and the rest of the vowels flutter to and fro like dezons ef knacklebulls. The sentences become unreadable messages. It’s red cap madness.
Who knew these words contained so much life? Who knew about their free will? About their dance?