Many years ago after divorcing i moved back into my old bedroom in my parents house to save money. One wall of the bedroom was a closet with two large bi-fold doors. Next to that on the adjoining wall was my computer desk where i had placed one of those large clear plastic floor mats so my desk chair could roll on the carpet.
Across the room against the wall opposite the closet was my bed, next to a large window. At the time i was staying in this room i had a favorite ball point pen which i kept on the desk. I had been sitting at the desk writing one night and set it down to do something on the computer. It rolled off the desk and dropped on to the plastic floor mat, but when i reached down to pick it up i couldn't find it. I looked all around the desk, under the desk, under the plastic mat, under the bed, in my pockets, everywhere i could possibly look, but couldn't find the pen anywhere. For several days i would come home from work and would tear the room apart trying to find that pen until i finally gave up. Then one night i was laying in bed in the dark and i was trying to figure out what could have happened to the pen,and i half jokingly said out loud, "i wish whoever has my pen would give it back!" just as i said this i heard something fly across the room, hit the closet doors and bounce off them onto the plastic floor mat. I sat up up in bed, turned on the light, and there on the plastic mat was my pen! Then i said something like, "woohoo! Thanx!", put the pen up on the desk and went back to bed. I wasn't scared by the experience, i actually got a little chuckle out of it, and was a little proud of myself for getting the pen back.
Across the room against the wall opposite the closet was my bed, next to a large window. At the time i was staying in this room i had a favorite ball point pen which i kept on the desk. I had been sitting at the desk writing one night and set it down to do something on the computer. It rolled off the desk and dropped on to the plastic floor mat, but when i reached down to pick it up i couldn't find it. I looked all around the desk, under the desk, under the plastic mat, under the bed, in my pockets, everywhere i could possibly look, but couldn't find the pen anywhere. For several days i would come home from work and would tear the room apart trying to find that pen until i finally gave up. Then one night i was laying in bed in the dark and i was trying to figure out what could have happened to the pen,and i half jokingly said out loud, "i wish whoever has my pen would give it back!" just as i said this i heard something fly across the room, hit the closet doors and bounce off them onto the plastic floor mat. I sat up up in bed, turned on the light, and there on the plastic mat was my pen! Then i said something like, "woohoo! Thanx!", put the pen up on the desk and went back to bed. I wasn't scared by the experience, i actually got a little chuckle out of it, and was a little proud of myself for getting the pen back.
