May 12, 2007

Riding along in a beautiful carriage, seats lined with velvet, tassels on lacey window curtains swaying with the breeze, the windows lowered to let in some fresh air as we make our way across the desert. Mother sitting contentedly next to father who is ever looking toward the swiftly approaching horizon. Big sister sucking on her fingers and humming to herself and the baby… the baby… The carriage hits an unseen bump and the baby falls to the floor and rolls out of the carriage, what an unexpected miscarriage.

We looked in the cracks of the sofa, we looked under the seat of the car and in that drawer in the guest room and in the one unmarked storage box in the garage. We even looked under the end table next to the recliner, where the cat sometimes tucks things away, but we couldn't find it, we seem to have lost the baby. Its lost and that bugs me, I hate it when I lose things.