"I'm always awake. And, I've been waiting for a week." mumbles Pen.
"Such acoustical nonsense, you two! Where's your composure? Persevere. Prevail. Persist. Patience. She'll come to us. She always does." Thesaurus states.
"Well, she's not coming right now. I can smell the coffee." Paper sighs.
"I'm just itching to move. But, I can't do it without her." Pen exclaims.
"She'll never use you before her first cup of coffee. So, stop with the dribble." Paper growls.
"Procrastination, avoidance, goof-off. It's her way of doing things." Thesaurus notes.
"I can't believe you used the word goof-off. All those words inside of you and you said that!" Paper gasps.
"Eloquence, articulate, discourse. So sorry. If I don't get used, I go a little batty, bonkers, dotty." Thesaurus says.
"Never mind, Hang in there, Thesaurus. I hear her walking down the hallway." Paper whispers.
"Yay. Maybe she'll grab me first and get something done." Pen sighs.
"She always grabs you firsts. But, you're no good without me." Paper sounds off.
"You two stop your quibbling, squabbling and bickering. None of us are any good without her. So, cease, desist, refrain, suspend, halt this nonsense." Thesaurus exclaims.
"Shush. She's almost here." whispers Paper.
The trio turn stone silent. Their owner opens the door and sits at the writing table. She places her coffee cup next to Thesaurus. She picks up Pen, positions Paper and smiles at Thesaurus. She begins her essay..........
"Someone said the pen is mightier than the sword.......