Dear Pebble

Dear Pebble,

Your sleek, black plastic is wrapped quite elegantly around my wrist. Who would have thought that your overly simplistic purpose, bundled in a stylishly retro design, would end up as one of the most highly coveted tech feats of the last 12 months?

The demand for you was so high that I waited 6 months for you to arrive.

You bring my digital life onto my skin. And so I find myself looking forward to the tickling sensation on my forearm, telling me that I have news. Maybe an email? A call? A pleasant distraction. A wonderful anticipation. And at times, you make me feel like Knight Rider – hold on a sec, let me call KITT…

But please, don’t disturb me at dinner time, when I’m devoting my undivided attention to my companions. And don’t interrupt me, in the midst of a sentence, or in the midst of a thought. And I’ll want some peace of mind when I’m out jogging, or going for a walk, or at times when I’m pondering about life in general.

Then maybe, dear Pebble, would you mind if I just wore you to work, or maybe just every now and then?

Dear Pebble, tell me, how did you find your way into my life?