just...

She knew that was it: the completion of all the things she had worked for. The heat in her cheeks swelled, quickly surging north toward her eyes, wide with instantaneous apology. She had always been one to fumble, something to do with her mind’s tendency to be preoccupied. It’s hard to be aware of the objects at your fingertips, when you are entirely immersed in something else; anything else.

The scene replayed in her mind. Her sodden laugh- the first indication of inhibitions fading- was the soundtrack. It rang in her ears, with a kind of false ferocity, as she watched the glass slip from her fingertips. The wine bulged and surged as it launched itself from the vessel, landing with horrifying precision onto the keyboard. She knew that drinking near the computer was a bad idea; she had numerous life experiences that would back her up.  

It was just a computer. She was just clumsy, and any other day it would have been just so. 

Just a computer. Just clumsy. Just... her.