Where? Where? Where?
It is gone.
I have been looking everywhere and it is nowhere.
The strange thing is I don’t know what I am looking for.
I know this sounds weird and you probably don’t understand what I am talking about so let me explain.
Last night there was something off. There was just a strange feeling. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. I had followed my nightly routine and there seemed to be nothing unordinary. That is, except for the feeling I had sinking in my gut.
I finished my dinner of mushrooms and checked all the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. After I was sure that I had not missed any locks I headed to my bedroom. It took me several hours to fall asleep but eventually I drifted off.
During my slumber I had a dream.
I know what you are thinking. You are just dying to know what my dream was about. Well, I am sorry to tell you that you will never know. I know, I know you are all screaming in your minds. You really want to know what my dream was about and believe me, I do not wish to bring this upon you. I would tell you but, I do not know myself. And it is killing me just as much as you. I only remember bits and pieces of my dream. I remember searching frantically, tearing apart my home. For what I do not know.
I woke up, drenched in sweat, panting. But within two minutes my memory of the dream was gone. All that was left was the feeling of having lost something, something important. I was shaking for, although I had no idea what I had lost, I had a feeling that I could not live without it. And it was not a feeling that I could shake off. It stayed with me the rest of the day until finally I started searching.
I looked under my bed, under my fridge, and under my table. I looked in my bookshelf, in my cabinets, and in my dresser. I looked on top of my counters, on top of my shelfs, and on top of my nightstand. Even though I didn’t know what I was looking for I had to look and I told myself that if I found it I would know it.
But I found nothing.
Nothing at all.
Just the regular, dishes, silverware, books, shoes, and lots of dust.
The more I looked and found nothing, the more anxious I became.
What if I never find it and I never see it again? I thought.
Then a realization hit me. I didn’t even know what I was looking for! I was being silly. If I never found it that would mean that it was just a dream and I have nothing to worry about because all I ever had and needed was right here! I wasn’t missing anything.
Satisfied with answer to the problem, I went to bed. But the next morning, the feeling wasn’t gone.
I told myself that I hadn’t lost anything. I had nothing to worry about. But this time, I was not so sure. After all, why was I slaving over a dream that I can’t remember? There had to be a reason. If there wasn’t I would have already forgotten about it.
I was anxious, not knowing what to make of the situation. It was obvious I was missing something important, but what?
I searched the house again and found nothing but an old flyer.
Frustrated and at a loss of what to do next I opened the flyer and started reading.
Mrs. Toad’s Crystal Ball Services
Need to know more about your future?
Have questions about what is going on in your life?
Come see Mrs. Toad! She will tell you what you need to know.
I gasped.
Of course! Mrs. Toad!
Many of my friends had said they went to see her and said her services were amazing!
A strange wave of confusion passed over me.
My friends. Who are they? I could not seem to recall any of their names or faces.
I am just overwhelmed. I am probably just so happy to find this that I can’t think of much else. I thought to myself.
Oh! Where are my manners?
Here I am blabbing on about my problems and such to you and I haven’t even introduced myself.
So sorry.
Hello, my name is Kwest and you are?

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