The Cell Phone

I'm his favorite item. He can't live without me. He loves me more than anything else. He takes me with him everywhere he goes. I'm the last thing he uses before he goes to sleep and I'm there to wake him first thing in the morning. To say I'm important is an understatement- I'm the Brad Pitt of Logan's things. Other toys get excited when I get near them, and if I'm put down next to them they go crazy. I know all of his secrets, you see he trusts me enough to tell me them whenever he types on me or talks straight to me! Even other people would die to get to see me or, if they're really lucky, use my services for even a minute. But life gets lonely sometimes. When I'm ever not with him, all the other things are "weird" around me. It's like since I'm used BY FAR the most they know that I'm better than them so they don't even try to get on my level. Oh and at night when everyone else has a big party while he's sleeping I just have to lay there on his night table and act too good for them. I'm terrified for if he ever decides to replace me. I mean even though I am THE iPhone 4, made from Apple, I've seen his other iPhones before, you know the 3G, the original, and some of his brother's dead ones, and they live these miserable lives. One of them just sits at the bottom of his "stuff that Logan doesn't use ever" drawer. Oh he's trying to type on me, I have to go!