Error:
      404: Focus Not Found

Context:
        Attempted to begin work.
        Loaded pry.
        Edited three methods,
               none of which matter.

Stack trace leads back to: You.

Tabs open, terminal blinking,
     but every prompt pulls up
     the memory of last night—
         the soft rush,
             hard pause,
             slow urgency of desiring,
                    and being desired.

Input:
      Me, typing like I’m fine.
      Me, pretending pry’s REPL
          isn’t just a stalling mechanism
          for remembering how your voice dipped
          when you said my name.

Expected Output:
         Productivity.
         Office brain.

Actual Output:
       Your laugh, looping like a background job.
       Your hips, cached in memory.
       The ghost of your goodbye, lazy in the scrollback.

Temporary Fixes Tried:
   - Coffee (cold now)
   - Slack replies (regret)
   - Terminal tab 7 (nope, still you)

Suggested Remediation:
          Open a draft.
          Write your name between the lines.

          Let the longing out, one keystroke at a time.

Until tonight loads.

Until I’m back in your frame.

Status:
       Compiling comfort.
       Deploying distraction.

       You still top of mind.