Feel the Earth move
She was living on a fifth floor with her mate. He played online games while she polished one of the windows. With how she moved her arm, we could see she considered it big. She polished it as if it was an imaginary window because the old cloth was barely touching it. We were all so confused—and surprised—by seeing how much effort she was putting on that window. He barely moved. Through his face we could picture the real effort his avatar made at each move. He looked like it didn’t jump whenever he wanted it to jump. The avatar never obeyed. You could see in him a hint of relief right after the earthquake wiped out the avatar away from him. He looked confused at first. So did she. Both in fright kept still. Not moving a single muscle except to breathe. She then approached him—to ask him if he felt the same she did. Did you feel it. For the face he made, she assumed either he felt it or his avatar got killed. That’s how she pictures how it must feel. Did you feel it. It happened a second time. A third. Stronger. They never moved after that. They did not hear anything else. You know. Can’t you feel.