Lost and Found - Part One - Something Lost

​“Hey Google, what time is it?”
“The time is five-thirty-four a.m.”
Ugh, my alarm is scheduled to ring in twenty-six minutes. Brooklyn rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. It was no use. A million tasks ran through her head. Might as well get up.
Brooklyn felt around in the dark to turn off her alarm clock, knocking her glasses to the floor. She grabbed her phone to use it as a flashlight and fumbled through the carpet hoping she didn’t crush them.
There was nothing in Brooklyn’s life more important than those glasses. If she ever lost them, she wouldn’t be able to see to find them. She’d put her contact lenses in after her workout. The cold frames pinched her finger when she grabbed them backward. She slid them onto her face and stretched.
Early workout. A soft pair of socks and her sturdy running shoes. She checked the workout app on her phone and clipped it to her belt. Plugging in the earbuds and raising the volume, she started her favorite playlist and pulled her hoodie close over her head.
The frosty morning air awakened her senses and Brooklyn set the starting timer on her Track-My-Run app, letting technology assist her in counting the number of miles so she could just enjoy the pull of her muscles and the pounding of the pavement.
The steam from the shower was a welcome break from the chill and sweat. Brooklyn changed her playlist to enjoy hymns while she showered. She always read scriptures with breakfast and listening to hymns put her in the right mindset.
What was that smoothie recipe my sister made when I was visiting last week? Brooklyn sent a quick text to her sister to ask what her special ingredient was while she gathered milk and bananas and yogurt and strawberries next to the blender. A text notification pinged, and she picked up her phone. Frozen yogurt? Okay.
She slid the regular yogurt back into the fridge and opened the freezer. Pushing aside that bag of frozen peas she’d been avoiding for months, Brooklyn grabbed the tub of frozen yogurt, spooning as much into her mouth as she did into the blender.
No time to sit at the table, Brooklyn opened her Kindle app and read from the Old Testament. She’d uploaded the scriptures for days like these when she didn’t want to haul out her big leather-bound book full of red marks where she’d highlighted her favorite passages.
Brooklyn sucked the last of her smoothie through the straw as she trudged up the stairs to her bedroom closet. Too much to choose from, and yet not enough.
“Hey Google, what will the weather be like today?”
“Today’s forecast for Lansing is 79 degrees with a thunderstorm.”
“Ugh, how do I even dress for that?” She shoved aside her favorite silk blouse knowing it would be too hot and could get ruined if she were caught out in the rain. She pulled a nice poly-cotton blend off a hanger and made a mental note to grab her raincoat on the way out of the house.
While straightening her hair, Brooklyn watched YouTube videos of makeup tutorials, justifying they would help with her long-term career plans.
As she was slipping on her shoes a video chat rang into her phone and her mom’s face popped up. “How’s the new job?”
“Mom, you’re too cheery this early in the morning.” Brooklyn picked her purse up off the floor and dug for her keys. “The salon is great. The girls are really nice and I’m starting to get some regular clients. I had this really cute college guy come in for a haircut, and he’s coming back today. He requested me as his stylist. Everybody’s been teasing me about him ever since.”
“Ooh, I wanna hear all about him.”
“Later, mom. I gotta go.” As Brooklyn was inserting her key into the house door, she remembered her raincoat and opened it back up. Her phone vibrated. “Mom, I have a call coming in. Talk to you this evening.”
She didn’t even give her mom a chance to say goodbye before she had the cell phone to her ear and the high-pitched voice of her co-worker came ringing through the line.
“Can you pick up donuts on your way into the salon?” her friend asked.
“Sure…” Brooklyn asked for a general order of what everyone wanted as she opened her car door and slid into the seat.
Pulling up Google Maps, she found the nearest donut shop and hit ‘start’ for the annoying recorded voice to tell her to turn left out of her driveway.
Following the navigation perfectly, Brooklyn made it to the donut shop and purchased a big box of assorted donuts. It was so big she couldn’t open the car door with it in her arms. She set it on top of her car along with her purse and phone as she fumbled with her keys. She carefully lifted the box and placed it onto the passenger seat. Grabbing her purse from on top of her car, she slid into the driver’s seat and clicked her seatbelt on.
“Okay, just one donut on the drive. No one will know.” She licked the icing off her finger and shoved a bite into her mouth as she put the car in gear.
Brooklyn carefully checked for traffic before pulling out into the lane. Her radio was cranked so loud she didn’t even hear her phone slide off the top of her car, bounce along the trunk, and crash to the pavement.
 
Click here to read the sequel to Something Lost, appropriately named Something Found.

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Click here to read Part Two - Something Found