PING PONG, the lamp that respects your space.

I am in the room, pacing excitedly back and forth combing the bristles of the carpet with my heavy stride. At this rate I will end up downstairs. The more I dig the floor, the more brilliant idea that I need so much escapes me. And to think that the formula is almost complete. It is there, somewhere, hidden in my mind. I miss him so much ... if only I could think straight. Ah, what a frustration! I stop, I turn suddenly PING PONG, the lamp that has illuminated days and days of torment with its discreet presence, stares at me. She sinks her investigating eye straight into my synapses and, as if by a miracle, I feel her being born, growing in me. The idea, the brilliant intuition. Here it is finally! I am so excited that I run to meet her and I have the instinct to print a grateful kiss on its metal surface. Immediately I hesitate, in the end I do. Smack!