3.14.25: Where Oh Where?

I tore through my condo, frustration mounting. Keys. Always the keys. Couch cushions flipped, jacket pockets checked twice. Nothing. I sat on the floor, utterly defeated, retracing my steps. Coffee shop? Grocery store? Nowhere. I sighed, reaching for my backpack—and there they were, glinting at me from the mesh side pocket I never use. Sweet relief washed over me, mixed with annoyance at myself. I chuckled, shaking my head. “Of course.” Sliding them into my pocket, I stood, finally ready to leave. As I opened the door, I paused. Wallet? Panic flickered—then I spotted it... on the kitchen counter. Typical.