She had been seeing this small blurred shape out of the corner of her left eye since this morning, and she had been rubbing at it absently to make it go away. She thought it was some leftover “morning glory” since she woke up this morning. She has no idea how some of those can still sometimes stay all day on a person’s eyes even after a hot shower and vigorous scrubbing and furious blinking and other such eye debris extraction techniques, but knew that these things happen sometimes.

Anyway, it was noon already, and it was still there, and by this time she was annoyed to the point of going to the bathroom and trying to wash her face to see if it would go away.

She went in, glad that she had the entire bathroom all to herself and looked at her face in the mirror, concentrating on her left eye. There was nothing there. But she could see something, and by now she was getting a teensy bit scared that it might be something inside her eye, something that would require a lot more than just an afternoon facial wash.

She decided to concentrate her vision inwardly, trying to make the blurry something come into focus. She was surprised when it did. At first it had blurry edges, but as she tried harder, the thing formed a shape, and it was familiar enough to not be very scary. It was a tiny black triangle, pointing downwards.

What the hell is this thing, she thought nervously, not even trying to pick at it with her fingers, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. The shape was too… vectorized. The shape had bezelled edges, one pixel all round, and as she stared at it (well, at least focused on it as much as she can), it glinted in that shiny shiny web 2.0 way that she knew all too well. Her mind translated such a perfectly anti-aliased shape as this as one usually seen on a computer monitor.

She closed her eyes tightly, testing to see if it would go away. When she opened her eyes, the tiny triangle was still there, only now it wasn’t as blurred as before, and it was easier to focus on it, now that she knows it’s there.

By now she was getting really scared, thoughts of Lasik and eye surgery and doctors and masks (and Oh God, I’m going to look like a pirate) going through her mind. She tried to calm down.

After blinking several times and determining for sure that the thing would not go away no matter how much she did this, she tried to

What happens next time is she finds out somehow that if she blinks once and thinks the word ’search’ right after, and then thinks of something she wants to search for, her mind fills up with the best possible website on that subject from Google’s “I’m feeling lucky” button. She learns that she has to be very specific in what she is ’searching’ for, otherwise some of the results can get pretty scary.

Ending is probably her being relegated to a mental institution, amused forever by the built in search engine and browser in her head.