the attack of the writing utensils

one night I was laying in bed
my favorite black pen in hand
a notepad balanced on my knee
I absentmindedly made a large splotch
the ink flowing into a puddle
I stared at it quite blankly
suddenly it moved
very subtlety but it moved
it slowly began to grow
forming dark inky letters
it sluggishly spelled out the following message:

Dear So and So,
I'm quite sure you have absolutely no idea
what is going on
so I suggest you
WAKE UP!
love and kisses,
ink puddle