Within walking distance to the destination, a hand plunges into the bag, easily convinced to find the object you are looking for. After all, each object has its space and has a hand knows them all.
On one side we have the cosmetics: lipstick, blush; eye shadow, hand cream, soap; wipes, another lipstick, hair brush, a hand disinfectant, a nail kit.
The paper tissues are in the bag .- as are the mobile phones.
ON the other side we have all the object of practical use: glasses (to read, not read, for sun), keys (home, office, the car); pens, one for pinchavelho hang the bag, a knife, a small flashlight (yes ... you never know ...); gloves.
At the center, always protected: wallet (always huge, loaded with cards, stamps and papers, more than bills), the purse; the agenda; the checkbooks, the block notes.
And there goes hand in hand to wander in the midst of everything. it already pulled out two bundles of keys, which are not the thing we are looking for . the bag is taken from the shoulder. The eyes peering at it through all the darkness caused by depth of it. One hand-scans through the while the other supports it search.
Once more, still in disbelief we start looking up a support - a wall, a stair, landing or handrails, anything counter that depth throughout.
The bag expands. Shortens and widens. Now everything seems easier, more exposed.
Now both hands are in the bag, rummaging through the bag, looking...
we are in despair, The will to turn everything upside down increases. You look around and conclude that its annoying.
This is where the heart starts beating faster, the moment we conclude that the key, that THE key is not there.
Probably it was inside another bag...
The one we used yesterday ...
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