Personal Narrative-AM And I Am

Her fingers tapped away at the faded keyboard, its labels having succumbed to the moisture in her furious typing long ago, as her determined eyes bore into dual monitors displaying numerous lines of code. The only rest her exhausted digits would get was the occasional sip she would take of the room-temperature coffee she was putting off replacing. It was only until she tipped her head all the way back, realizing that she had finally finished her coffee that had gone cold thirty minutes prior, that she took a deep breath and left her noisy computer.
Hesitating at the coffee maker that occasionally left her with a spill to clean, Daisy decided against refueling. A quick glance at the microwave confirmed that it was indeed past 1 AM. While burning the midnight oil would always be a favorite

He was trapped—trapped in… Nothing... Nothing he could even fathom at least.
Unless it was some cruel trick the whole world was in on, nobody could hear or see him.
An exasperated sigh emitted from his chapped lips as he roughly dropped to sit on the curb of the unknown street he had wandered onto in his confusion.
He wondered why he couldn't touch another person. He wondered why he wasn't falling through the ground. He wondered why he was being cursed.
Behind him, a door swung open and shut tightly a moment later before the jingle of keys managed to reach his ears thanks to the eerie silence of the unfamiliar neighborhood. Perhaps that was due to the time, he thought. Either way, he paid the noise no mind, settling into the hell on earth he was placed in.
"Fucking cold," a feminine voice muttered behind him.
Robbie scoffed at the trivial matter.
"I hadn't noticed," he stated honestly to himself, realizing that he felt no different during the chilling night than he did earlier that day.
"Really?" the woman chided, "It's kinda hard not to on my end."
Midway through his subconscious shrug, the disturbed man had another shocking