June 21, 2008
299 Zach's Lost Moose
The morning always brought an eerie stillness to the room. Whenever and wherever he stayed, the morning always made the room still and the only thing heard was the clock ticking away. Something was different this morning. He rolled over, his hands fumbling for something in the bed. But he couldn't seem to find whatever this lost article was. Gasping up, he sat upright and scanned the bed and the area. It was nowhere to be found. A moose plush toy was missing, and his girlfriend had entrusted him with it. Nowhere at all... He searched behind the bed, under the bed and even in the closet. He found the moose pulling open a drawer. He was nestled in his boxers drawer.