An Escapist's Daydream

I needed that key to open the filing cabinet. It's full of
yellowing paperwork. I'm sure you handed me the key. I can
picture it in my grasp. In my hands, I'm directing it into the
keyhole. Now it's gone. I haven't moved, I've been sitting
right here, in this exact spot. The thing is, I need that key.
I need it for that old yellowy stack of my most important
documents. The death certificates, car title. Who will I
become if I lose my social security card, my insurance. Have
you seen it? I didn't hear it fall. Maybe it's on the steps or, or
just down the block. I'll just go, and check. I should be right
back. Just five minutes, just a step out the door...