Change of Plans

I sat at my desk, paper and pen in front of me, waiting.

Hours passed.

The paper said, “Um, can I go?”

I said, “Sure.”

The paper slipped off the desk, onto the floor, and under the couch.

The pen said, “Can I go too?”

I said, “Yes.”

The pen rolled onto the floor, and then under the desk.

The desk said, “Are we done?”

I said, “Yes, we are.”

The desk collapsed into pieces onto the floor. The wood reassembled itself into a go-cart.

The go cart said, “Do you want to go for a ride?”

I said, “Yes!”

I hopped in the go-cart, roared across the living room floor, out the front door, and into the street.

From the door of my home I heard the chair say, “But what about me?”