Mini Tale: The New Notebook

I am a new notebook, one of many, perched on top of a precarious pile. I wonder if I matter at all – I can see I’m not your first, and certainly won’t be your last. Perhaps you have prettier notebooks in your life. I’m nothing but a plain notebook with a pink cover.

But now and then, you pick me up, and smile. You tell me you could use me for this, or that. But you don’t want to waste me so you wait until you’re sure. And one day you eagerly remove my plastic covering and fill my pages with ink – I’m alive. I’m precious. I matter.