Describe This

It sits on the desk peering out into space with its beady little eyes. Like a king, a crown sits upon its head. On important days it will travel to another desk and still be staring into nothing, wondering what kind of life is this. The only real companion it has is a bottle. The blank expression on the face tells the story of wanting more. It currently has a bright color but overtime it will get dirty and faded. It knows it is on borrowed time and that when it loses its color it will be easily replaced and a new one will come and sit on the desk and staring. This cycle will never end.