The house was quite silent, or at least that's how the little sketchbook saw it. She laid resting on the bookshelf amongst the other books. There was nothing creative to do today...and she didn't want to draw again, her own papers were running out. It was only ever creative when her "lover" was present..

Speaking of which, her black cover flew out as soon as she heard the sound of keys and the door's lock rustling. Sketchbook smiled brightly, her little ink arms and legs sprouting out to jump up in the table and happily wait for the door to open.