Slipping into pants and grabbing a shirt, she paused. It wasn't on the table.
Did she put it in her purse before the shower? No, the pocket was empty.
Ruffling sheets and blankets, she didn't see it on the bed.
"Where could it be?" she asked herself.
She ran her hand along the carpet between the bed and table. Nothing.
Behind the bed? No.
She glanced at the clock -- already 5 minutes late.
"If someone else were here, it'd be easy to find."
She stepped into shoes and grabbed the purse, resigning to find it later. As she turned to leave the room, it rang, betraying its location ... deep underneath the bed.
Grabbing the phone, she ignored the call, slid it into her bag and rushed out the door.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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