Lying In Wait

I added black pages to my journal and was searching my desk drawer for my white pen to write there. I chose the yellow one instead and wondered if the white pen mourned a lost turn.

Then I wondered if all the pens and pencils were lying there patiently waiting their turn.

Pick me.

Pick me!

Not you. You're too purple.

You either. You're just a pencil.

And then I thought,

Do they know about the keyboard?