For a brief moment I forgot I placed my wallet and keys in my book bag, and was walking around carefree. It was only after I was in the middle of returning a cart to another department that I realized I didn’t have the wallet on me, or my keys, so I panicked.
How was I gonna eat, or get back into my home without either. I sincerely hope I didn’t drop them. Then it downed on me that neither was lost, but in my book bag. A few moments later, they were back with me. I felt safe again. If this isn’t a basis for a story, well, then I’m doing something wrong. At least I got a sense of relief.
I almost feel like getting a latte, however, I won’t be getting one. That’s a story for another day. For the moment I just want to back in the glow that I didn’t forget or lose my wallet and keys.
Happy creative endeavors.