Earlier this week — Monday morning in particular — I lost something in my house. It was to the point where I was nonsensically thinking I threw it out.

Tuesday I was searching high and low. It was likely either in the bathroom or the bathroom, but searching both turned up nothing. It was as though it had disappeared.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed with nothing. I was searching the same places over and over and nothing.


Today I looked under the bed. Again.

And there it was.



Both me and Ennie looked.

And now it’s there.