Pencil Rolling in Puebla Computer Lab Twilight

Neon light reflects off the polished concrete floor, creating streaks of electric blue and soft pink that stretch toward the back of the room. One wooden pencil lies on its side, rolling along the aisle between rows of dark computer monitors. The screens are off, their black glass mirrors the dimming sky visible through high windows. Corners of the room hold pools of warm lamplight that fight the cooling blue tones of the monsoon evening outside. Dust motes hang suspended in the narrow beams of light falling from the ceiling fixtures. The concrete surface shows faint scuff marks near the baseboards, evidence of daily foot traffic. The pencil tip points toward a cluster of tangled cables under a desk, anchoring the movement within the stillness of the empty lab.