One Notebook

School shopping was finished.
Brand new clothes,
brand new pens and,
best of all, brand new
notebooks
in a bag, under my bed
among the dust bunnies.
I couldn't wait!

They were calling me,
begging me to come
smell their newness,
gaze into their blank pages;
to write.

I crawled from under my blanket,
took out the bag,
the pens and
one notebook.

Mmmm, the aroma
of fresh sheets,
ready and waiting
for me to lay down
new words.

Tempted,
I drew my pen,
took a deep breath...

And wrote my name on the cover!