It was 3:47 AM, and Leo’s cursor was possessed.
“I get it,” Leo said to the cursor, which was now slowly, almost tenderly, drawing a spiral. “You’ve seen things.” touchpad driver
The login screen appeared. He swiped two fingers across the touchpad. The cursor didn’t jitter. It didn’t teleport. It moved exactly as far as he intended, no more, no less. Smooth. Predictable. Boring. It was 3:47 AM, and Leo’s cursor was possessed
He almost laughed. Properly. The cursor was currently doing figure-eights in the corner of Figma, as if practicing for some kind of sadistic digital ice-skating competition. It was 3:47 AM
But that was probably just his imagination. Probably.