My Pen

Someone took my pen.
Why does it bother me so, I have this attachment to a generic little pen.
I know there is another one just like it in the supply closet, yet it is hard to fight the urge to yell “Give me back my pen”
My pen.
It was my pen.
I’d grown attached to it over the last few days.
I should be excited about having a brand new pen, but I really really really want my pen.
And no, I don’t need to use it right now, in fact I’m currently using a pencil.
I will only feel better when I know that my pen is back in the place where it belongs, in my “pen cup” next to the rest of my pens….

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