Mike Rivera left a comment on yesterday’s post about finding his own missing pen beneath a sofa cushion and suggested we look under our own to possibly do the same. I asked my husband to lift up the cushions and while I didn’t initially see anything, he then ran his hand around the back seam and pulled both pens out with one grab. He handed them to me with a big smile and I sat holding the pens completely gobsmacked. Why? Because I’d ripped both my house and studio apart numerous times trying to find these pens, yet all it took was a suggestion from a stranger on where to look for me to find them.
The funny thing is that I wasn’t really *missing* these pens because I had many others I could use – but when I discovered that I didn’t know their whereabouts, it became an obsession to find them. Though I’d checked under and behind the sofa, it never occurred to lift the cushions because I never sit on the sofa to write – but now I clearly remember the one day I did.