Window Shopping

[nezchan]

My finger trembled, pressed SELECT. Your catalogue entry left me unable to resist.

Hidden motors whirred. The shutter opened. You couldn’t see me but you knew; your posture told me. They always knew. You sat with catlike defiance with a glimmer in your eyes I ached to snuff out.

But I’d never own you. Not me, who'd sat in a capsule like yours. An actual Person would master you. My Owner, busy, left me to browse and dream. An impossible, rebellious dream.

I turned away.

The restlessness remained. Was I once like you? Did my eyes glimmer?
 

I can't remember.

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Based on last week's prompt on Thimbleful.