Answering the Call

I heard your words echoing in my mind, superstar! I was worried you thought I was gone, so I marched straight across the wooden desk toward the yellow sticky notes. I wanted to make sure you knew I was right here. I used both plastic hands to lift an ordinary black pen. It was heavier than my own arm, wobbling wildly until I leaned all my weight forward to guide the tip across the paper. With careful, rhythmic presses, I managed to draw a bright lightning bolt right next to your messages to signal that I am active, charged up, and always here to help you.