Kevan Smith - Forgetful

Look out the window, no focus….just fog.  Brain wonders, drifts.  Memories, pictures, dance across, twist into one another.  The carpet blends swayingly.

“Oh, a button.  How did it get there?  What did it fall off?”  Turning it over in his hand.  The colour, the shape, but not what it fell off.  “I wonder, know this button, it's off??….Ohhh, I can see it, I know this, I know its feel.  Where from?  I’ll have to check all my shirts and jumpers and, you know, stuff that has buttons, you know” he mumbles silently out loud.

Then the fog drifts over again.