This can’t be happening. This is surely just a nightmare. I will be waking up any second now to the sound of a familiar alarm.
I was holding it a moment ago. It’s polished aluminum weighing solid in my palm. Maybe it’s in my bag. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough. Maybe this is all just one big joke and someone I know has it safe with them. Hah! Joke’s on me. Okay, come out with it! I’ve pushed my tear glands to their limit.
It’s not lost. It’s just here…somewhere…in one of those dirty nooks or lost crannies. Behind the bed; under the sheets; or inside the closet.