The need.

I have a packet of tissue papers, left half of its content, lying by the dresser table.

I didn't use them, or to put it simply, I have stopped drawing tissue papers out of the packet. I didn't find a point of using them anymore because it has this loud red packaging with a koala-liked creature on the cover that I didn't like and somewhat prevents my hand (bless my vanity sense) from touching it like it was some sort of poison. I didn't want to be seen carrying around such hideous and cheap plastic packet in my bag either, god forbid.

But having to bear the sight of the red tissue packet lying there unused everyday is starting to becoming an eye sore of sorts. I know I need to get rid of it soon, so I made a mental note to use what's left to wipe off dusty surfaces, whenever such need arises.

One night I was finishing my reading on Coelho when the need came to look for me and got my eyes cried out. Desperate times call for desperate measures; I frantically scanned around the room and was relieved to find just what I need spotted on the quiet corner...

It was as if it has been there, and knew that it was supposed to be there waiting for the 'right moment' for the 'right person' to need it. And I'm glad it served its noble purpose.