You lose your wallet.
More accurately, you lose your wallet and it doesn't even phase you.
You remember putting your fuchsia colored wallet in a black backpack the size of a bread box. So you look in there.
There is nothing in there. Unless you count air.
You put your hand in there. Nothin'.
You turn the backpack inside out. Nothin'.
You dump it upside down. Nothin'.
You think, aw fer gawd's sake fukket.
You go to sleep. 6 whole hours.
You get up the next morning.
Give that backpack one more try.
You unzip the backpack.
Look in.
Air. And a fuchsia wallet.
Sitting on the floor of the backpack. Innocent. Waiting.
You know you are beyond tired when you hallucinate things into NOT being there.
Hmmm.
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