Electric Dream

This is a drabble I made up due to a friend commenting about my PC

She was left alone in a room, humming to herself with her eyes closed.
She was waiting. Her masters comrade had left her in this paranoid state, she was not use to his touch, she wanted her masters touch.
After what seem like an eternity, she could hear quick footsteps as someone move closer to her. Her humming went to bated breaths as she waits for that touch, that one that always seem to awaken her, no matter how deep the slumber.

A touch, warm fingers fleet over her body, gentle strokes and a quick shake on her hand, she flicker awake and felt her whole body heat up at the interaction , she purrs as she awakens and felt her masters familiar touch starts to do it's little dance across keys.
She fully open her eyes and watch her master with a bright, loving warm look as she usually does when her master is back at the helm of her entire being.

She mews at the touch, awakened and sensitive to all the commands and became aware of all she could do, feeling her body react to every touch and feeling herself on a high until she felt release and was able to return to slumber but now was not an option. She was at peace doing what she did best, by serving her master with every bit of process power she possessed in her ebony case, she sang all her masters tunes and showed her great entertainment with all the data that was carefully placed in her memory.

This was bliss for her, this is what it means to be a PC.