my phone charger was tangled on my night stand , looping around one lamp , four books , a bottle of hand lotion , a glass that had held water a week before , a stray earring forever separated from its mate , a notepad , a souvenir pen from the statue of liberty that said becca in glittery letters , a small stuffed rabbit ( gift from my literary associate at work on a day when i 'd been in a particularly bad mood ) , a partridge , and a pear tree .