this morning #908.

this morning, while she steeped a cuppa tea for me & retreated to the bathroom to give me some space, i was racking my hungover brain, frantically tearing the place apart trying to find my car keys. the last time i recall seeing them was early last evening, just after i’d returned from a quick trip to the liquor store to pick up a few boxes of franzia. i could’ve sworn i’d tossed them on the kitchen counter when i got back but the only thing there this morning were two empty boxes of franzia. i began to question my sanity. on my third lap around the living room, i saw my answer through the window shades which, when parted, gave way to the scene of my lexus parked up on the front lawn.