The Typing Bubble
Three dots blinked.
Each pulse felt like a heartbeat in the quiet of my room. I stared at the screen, imagining the words forming on the other side—what they might say, what they might not.
In this tiny space between messages, the world contracted: anticipation, hope, a little anxiety. A digital moment that felt bigger than the screen, a conversation stretched thin by distance yet heavy with expectation.
And then… the dots disappeared.
Nothing sent. Nothing received. Just the silence of the internet carrying its usual weight.