It must be under the blanket!
It stays lost for a month or so. But when I go to draw something, realization hits me. Something must be holding all my drawing utensils hostage. I search for clues to find the culprit.
I don't know what on earth this is, but I must consider it a suspect.
For a long while I am depressed. By depressed I mean "mildly upset that I can't draw." It has been weeks and not even a ransom note has appeared on my doorstep. Well, it might have arrived in the mail, but the damn mailman doesn't give anyone the right mail.
Either way, there has been no follow-up that I know of.
Because getting a whole new tablet is NOT an overreaction to loosing a pen.
I wonder if it's worth the money to get a new pen, or worth the heartache to get a tablet where the pen is attached. But it wouldn't be the same. My old pen was special, and had a name... It's name was Bep. Nothing could replace Bep. So I decided to draw using permanent marker. And continue my search for Bep.
Right after I get to a save point, I'll scour the couch cushons to see if he's there.
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