I stood outside my house doorstep searching frantically for my checked pouch in that empty sack, which can be seen through thoroughly. I flipped repeatedly. Not that it would appear.
I pressed the door bell twice. One minute felt like forever. When it was opened, I flew into a state of confusion. I thought about it, called Shermain and talked/rattled incoherently. There was something oh-so too dangerous to lose. I lose my senses almost totally. I grabbed my wallet and stormed to the door My mind only consists of the phrase- ' get a cab down immediately. NOW!'
I did. I found it. Something was missing but that particular important precious was left unharmed.
I pray.
Baby, come back? I do know it's too late.
