Store.

Once upon a time
I was wondering in a store
gazing at the shelves
and looking even more.
Sinking in thoughts
finding use for it all,
I could hear a little voice
begging to make a call.
It's skin was black
with a heart of gold
I found a friend
I would forever behold.
I'd tell you stories
you won't forget.
My dear notebook,
I'm glad we've met