I have a ring given to me by my spouse when we were first together. In general, it never leaves my finger, which is why I was surprised and distressed to discover it missing some months ago. It vanished overnight. I went to bed with it on, and woke up to find it missing. Did I remove it somehow in my sleep? I don’t know.
I searched everywhere for it, but, alas, it was gone.
A couple of days ago I returned to my room to discover the ring, lying in a pool of cracker crumbs, in the middle of my bed. Again, it wasn’t there when I left, but when I returned, there it was.
It’s back on my finger. I have no explanation for how it got onto my bed — other than:
yes, the Little People must have returned my ring.
I’m thrilled to have it back.
Where I was this past week:
On the 4RV blog, blogging about How do you know you’re done with your draft?
On Jean Drew’s blog with an interview
On the Poetic Muselings blog, blogging about What we write about