Sunday, April 29, 2012
Eeek! Where's my phone?
I go back to dancing. Forty minutes later it occurs to me that I haven't seen him in a while. I look around. No him.
Apparently he's left. With my phone.
With my phone.
I am suddenly struck by how weird it feels to suddenly have my phone, my link with all that I know and depend upon. All my security, my contacts, my information, ripped away from me like an underwater breathing tube. With me underwater.
I take a few deep breaths, remind myself that it is not, in fact, a panic-worthy situation -- no breathing tube required. I remind myself that I was born into a time when cell phones were still the stuff of science fiction (though we knew they were coming), and tell myself it'll be all right.
And it is all right. I have my darling little device back in my hands in short order.
But I had no idea I was so, well, attached.
Posted by Sonia Lyris at 5:50 PM
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