As she pulled into her driveway she knew what she wanted. She would head straight upstairs, grab the pencil, and have some fun! While she cared for her friend Jon, she remembered that he seemed happy heading off to his domestic employ; who was she to stand in the way of Jon's happiness?
She giggled to herself as she bounded up the stairs to her bedroom. A myriad of possibilities she could enjoy with the pencil began to dance through her imagination. She could now have everything she ever wanted. Even the twinge of guilt she had felt in the car was washed away in the river of id that now ran through her mind.
She barely heard the door close behind her as she bolted into her room and slammed it behind her. Her desk, neat and clean, was the perfect spot for her to begin her fun. She sat on the hard wooden chair her mother had insisted would be good for her posture, took out the magic pencil and paper and wrote...
