He is the fifth generation of Apple Inc, portable media player company, and his new in the apartment. The only time he has is when he sleeps. He is 2 years old and suffers from panic attacks; his name is iPod Classic.
I met him in the living room. The wind kissed me goodbye and woke him up. That was our first step of acquaintance.
"You woke me up," croaked the iPod on the study table. " I have long working hours ahead...never mind" he further grumbled.
"I..I am sorry..." I expressed my regrets.
Still being slightly disoriented, the iPod asked, "Who are you?"
"My name is White Breeze," I said.
"White what? The now awake iPod scrutinized me for a minute.
I fidgeted slightly and produced some 'Ting Ting' resonance.
"You are a wind chime aren't you? What more an aging one. Pity you. Always suspended in mid-air. Do you not get nauseas? chided iPod.
"I may be old and immobile," I agreed. "A bit stiff, neck pains occasionally but I am content," I said smiling, causing some "Ting Ting' resonance again.
"Your resonance annoys me" grumbled iPod. "Do you know who I am? Do you know I am the latest gadget on earth? I can hold up to 40,000 songs, 200 hours of video, or 25,000 photos with my memory. That's more than enough room for a day's - or a lifetime's - worth of entertainment." Boasted the iPod.
Before I could reply, iPod started shaking and sweating. Words on his screen started flickering on and off. The control on his body began to swirl non-stop liked a windstorm. "I...I can't...can't brea..." iPod choked.
His hyperventilating! I realized. I need to do something. Think. Think. I spun around helplessly...Then, an idea hit me. The only way to draw attention from anyone, if there is anyone in the apartment at all is to start making lots of noise. I spun and spun and spun and spun... I had no idea how many rounds I had rotated until Master came into the living room looking confused.
"I forgot to close the window again. Didn't I?" Master approached me and interrupted my spinning with his fingers. Looking outside, Master gave me a quizzical look "There is no wind, why are you spinning as if a windstorm is about to approach?" Master turned his back to me and was about to leave the room when iPod's flickering screen finally caught his attention.
"Oh, no!"Master shrieked. "The drizzle last night must have damaged you." muttered Master in dissatisfaction. Sighing. Master turned his attention to me. Caressing me and said, "Whether it rains or not, storm or no storm, you are the best. You do not break or damage easily. There's a certain sound in you that relaxes me."
Ting...Ting
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