Lost and Found

I lost my wallet today. I stood up really fast and panicked a lot, but somewhere in the back of my mind there was…I cannot even call it hope, it was brute determination to believe that the wallet was somewhere obvious. It had to be in some incriminating spot from the very recent past. The car seat, under newspapers on the kitchen table, my jacket pocket, the seat that was still warm from my frenzied panic. It had to be right in front of my nose. I had never wanted to feel like an idiot more than at that time.