There's a few thousand dollars missing and even after having looked for several years I haven't been able to find it. I'm pretty sure I stashed it away somewhere, but for the life of me I can't remember where I hid it. Money had flowed more profusely back then and it really wasn't missed that much at the time. Now I could really use it.
Now and then I awaken from dreams in which I have found the money or I have lost the money. Depending on which dream I have dreamed, I rise with optimism looking in places where my secrets dwell unseen or I crawl out of bed with uncertain dread and dark forebodings. At times that money taunts me in its game of hide and seek, but it mostly lies silently in wait until the day it jumps out to surprise me.
Years ago my pockets bulged and cash was stashed in common corners and imaginative nooks. Money came and went. Now I sometimes scrounge for pennies on the floorboard of my car or prospect for coins under couch cushions. Yet I know that somewhere in this house is a cache of cash that was tucked away in more plentiful times.
Perhaps in a cupboard, or in a drawer, or in the pocket of an old coat in the back of a dark closet, that lost money will one day smile upon me and say, "I was lost, but now at last you've found me." Then it will rest securely in my wallet until I lose it again. But first I need to find my missing money.
Have you lost track of something valuable but are convinced that it is somewhere nearby? Do you keep careful track of your finances or do you spend your money frivolously? Have you ever come upon money that you had hidden away but forgotten about?
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