I would not go to sleep until I found my cell phone. I eventually found it under the bed. Hmm, how in the hell did it get there? I put so much time, effort and thought into finding the damned thing, and with that waste of energy, I give you this piece of late-night rubbish. SOC freestyle, so don’t go expecting some well-written story here. lol.
The phone is ringing, well not exactly. I can hear it vibrating, but I can’t figure out exactly where the sound is emanating from in my apartment. I checked the most obvious place, my couch, and realized that my phone is missing… My phone is ringing somewhere in my apartment.
Wherever it is, it shouldn’t be hard to find. I live in a small studio apartment with nothing more than a bathroom and closet for other walk-in areas. My humble abode is furnished with nothing but a couch that converts into a bed, a desk to hold my television set, and a box containing all papers and mail in my name within the past four months. My phone shouldn’t be hard to find, yet it rings repeatedly, and I’m just having the hardest time finding it.
I’ve looked everywhere.
Heh, it’s funny how people say “I’ve looked everywhere,” or “I’ve turned this place upside down,” but always seem to find it in a place where either they did not thoroughly check, or just never checked at all. I can say that I have indeed searched every nook, crevice and pocket in this box of an apartment, yet I still cannot find this vibrating cell phone. I’m starting to feel really frustrated. Continue Reading