Finding things

This morning, I remembered checking my watch to see what time it was (around 6). I don’t actually remember the time now, just the act of looking at it, although when I do similar things over and over, I find it harder to remember when the thing actually happened. That, though, I felt sure was recent. But then when I got dressed, my watch was no longer there. The number of possibilities seemed limited. I checked the bedclothes and the bathroom. Did I mindlessly flush it down the toilet? Later, I checked under the bed and somehow, there it was.